I hope someday I'll have this mindset. But I'll make sure to always be kind.

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I hope someday I'll have this mindset. But I'll make sure to always be kind.
Admire yourself. Put yourself on a pedestal. Hang up your best pictures. Make moodboards to include you in it. Idolize you. You are your own dream girl.
HATE that my inconsiderate roommates have clearly decided ‘well why should i bother moving my dry dishes out of the dish rack into my cupboard when i can just leave them there till i use them again, it’s easier’ when there are FIVE PEOPLE using this kitchen and this dish rack and they leave them there for a WEEK before using them again!! we are running out of SPACE!!!
Alone
In the road's dim light,
Dreams scattered like thunderclouds.
Beneath the moon's gaze,
where shadows creep,
Bones chilled beneath layers unseen.
Walking paths carved by secrets deep,
Hope flickers amidst the shadows’ sheen.
On this barren path,
Each step echoes on frozen stone,
I fear that I am alone.
“Never make fun of someone’s passion because that’s the thing that saves them from the world.”
— Unknown
“It’s so hard to believe how much can change in a year. This time last year, things were completely different. I was completely different.”
— Unknown
“Why complicate life? Missing somebody? - Call. Wanna meet up? - Invite. Wanna be understood? - Explain. Have questions? - Ask. Don’t like something? - Say it. Like something? - State it. Want something? Ask for it. Love someone? - Tell it. We just have one life. Keep it simple.”
— Unknown
Not this phase again. That I feel lost in life. No drive to move forward. Sometimes I'm actively fixing my portfolio sometimes I'm just meh. Sometimes I apply for a job sometimes nothing.
I think death is like returning to your home after a long day at work. And when you open the door, may you be welcomed with your loved ones whom you left behind searching for yourself but you must return to yourself, you must return to Home.
It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
well maybe it's too late pero ngayon ko lang narealize na hindi ko pala kaya lahat, na i can't handle all of these at once. i'm just so so tired and idk
That could’ve been an organic meetup, but it was already too late earlier at shore because I had to head down to Ecom, then naabutan pa ng ulan. I wanted to help him earlier — the one wearing a brown jacket, black herschel like bag, dark brown pants, and Birkenstocks with colored nails — since he didn’t have an umbrella. But I got too scared to approach him.
Really not a fan of people who wish bad karma on others. Like I get it, maybe you were hurt or wronged but wishing someone bad things doesn’t make you any better. Being a victim doesn’t excuse having a bad attitude too 🤷🏻♀️
I think we desperately need to return to analog culture and slow life. Handwritten letters, seeing movies in the cinema, taking pictures and frame them or put them into physical photo albums, reading physical books, in-person visits and interacting, and time spent outdoors. Our lives weren’t meant to be entirely online. The simple joys of tangible living are irreplaceable and can never be taken away from us. No screen can replicate the weight of a book in your hands, the smell of it, the warmth of someone’s voice without lag, or the way time slows when you’re fully present. Memories feel different when they’re not curated for an audience. The most meaningful moments were never meant to be documented; they were meant to be fully lived.