Leoes

Quá nửa câu chuyện của anh, đều là những u buồn ngang trái. Còn hạnh phúc bình dị, anh chỉ khắc sâu vào lòng, như vậy mà thôi…Im Regen eine schwarze Katze bin ich. Einsam und allein.

[immyblue]

[pascalcampion]

See him see you.

BEFORE anybody asks or wonders. No, this is not my current life.

It’s just a story. I just wanted to explore this type of emotion.

But I do appreciate your concern if you thought about reaching out to me.

Thank you so much

#pascalcampion

[chibird]

There’s a lot of pressure for your looks and your life to look a certain kind of “perfect” way. But life is so much more beautiful because it’s imperfect! I hope little penguin and little pear can help remind you of this fact. 🍐

Chibird store | Positive Pin Club | Instagram

[nika-vincent]

“What you lack… is this!”

[immyblue]

clm

[gpwhs-deactivated20161011]

[immyblue]

the more i live, the more i die

[abnormall]

[immyblue]

mình mệt quá; thật sự.

[boohwanj-deactivated20240316-de]

2020-11-13

Canon EOS R6 + RF85mm f1.2L

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[pascalcampion]

More midnight ( weird) thoughts

#pascalcampion

[aristotlemencloza]

Grief is just love with no place to go.

– unknown // Art piece by Ikenaga Yasunari

[valentina-poem]

[immyblue]

i am sorry. i am sorry for letting u down. but i couldn't stop myself from it. i couldn't stop myself from enjoying it: the moment i hurt myself again and again and again, cut it again and again and again.

[lizclimo]

:)

[chibird]

One day at a time, and this little ghostie will be here for you. 💛

Chibird store | Positive Pin Club | Instagram

[cryingoverfilmshots]

Life can be so wonderful (2007), dir. Osamu Minorikawa

[boohwanj-deactivated20240316-de]

2020-11-07

Canon EOS R + RF50mm f1.2L

Instagram  |  hwantastic79vivid

[johq22]

[immyblue]

please stop to hurt yourself. even though you crave for that pain

i dont know how long i can tell myself that.

[phoenixryder21]

I can never find the right words to tell people what I’m thinking. Telling them I’m tired doesn’t work, but I can’t seem to vocalize that I’m mentally exhausted and sick of existing. Telling them I’m sad doesn’t work either, but I can’t explain that I’m struggling not to kill myself and that the joy in everything in my life is gone and when I wake up to the sun in my eyes, I have to struggle to get myself out of bed because most of me didn’t even want to wake up at all. I can’t tell them I’m numb because what I’m feeling is so much more complex than numb and I don’t have the vocabulary to tell them that I feel like I’m drowning and it terrifies me that I feel nothing as it’s happening, and that my insides want to scream but I can’t even find it in me to shed a tear anymore, that every single aspect of my life feels like it’s shaded in grey because all the colors were sucked out but I can hardly even remember what colors are because I can no longer remember a time I didn’t feel like this. No, I don’t know how to say that. So I just whisper “I’m fine.”