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Love Begins
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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DEAR READER
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Jules of Nature
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@loomysworld
Aku sudah pergi,
Sudah membuat jarak se-renggang yang aku bisa,
Sudah membuat skenario agar patah hatimu terhadapku tak sia sia,
Sudah membuat kamu berfikir bahwa mencintai seseorang sepertiku adalah hal yang tidak terlalu penting bagimu,
Aku sudah pergi, jadi awas kalau kamu tidak bahagia.
Of all the body parts, my favorites have always been the eyes and the hands. The eyes, where I can dive deep into your soul; and the hands, where my fingertips can trace the lines I want to remember forever.
stop deactivating
i thought we all agreed we were here forever
It's sadden me to see half of my friends here were active like 16 years ago...
I'm sorry for all the times my mental health made me a bad friend.
and a bad partner
And this apology isn't empty. It comes with a promise that I'm learning, healing, and growing. I no longer want to let my wounds spill onto the people who cherish me the most. One day, when I'm steadier and softer, I hope I can love you all the way you deserve.
why cant i stop thinking about you
brb praying for u everytime u crossed my mind
J.S. PARK
— Rachel Mennies, from The Naomi Letters "April 18, 2017" (via lunamonchtuna)
“To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.”
— Ashe Vernon
And when you decide to leave later, I will try to understand. Because loving anyone springs from willingness, and perhaps you start to lose that desire.
Maybe once you are in, it feels too dark inside, and you feel you need more light and decide to seek it. Or perhaps the intensity is simply too much, where you realize you only needed a beautiful walk along the shore, while loving me meant drowning yourself in the deep of the ocean.
Time | @wnq-quoteoftheday
That is why I always cherish everyone who comes into my life. I thank them for giving me the most expensive gift they possess and spending it on me; their precious time.
Han Kang, The Vegetarian (translated by Deborah Smith)
i recognized the childhood snacks and indomilk i know what u are (((🇮🇩)))
Haiii hehe it's so great to meet someone who recognize such childhood snacks in this super serious website🙃
Thankyou so much for the follow!🤍
I have checked your profile and saw the kindly request for no following, but I just wondering, if I may follow you back or smt?
🫂 you are sweet and lovable
Heyy, thank you so much!
I'm sure you are also a wonderful person! Thank you for lighting my day with your beautiful words🤍
Not going to lie but it's so easy to know if someone is on their way to leave. I just could sense it; in the air that radiated around them, the way they talked, the way they composed their sentences, their facial expressions, even the way their eyes barely meet mine. Like somehow they feel ashamed because I catch them leaving, even opening the door for them.
