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$LAYYYTER

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Remélem mindent megkapsz az életben és remélem, hogy soha nem kell hallanom róla.
Azzal fogsz összesodródni akivel dolgod van az életben.
âTo everyone carrying a heavy heart in silence đ«đ«đ«đ«â
Mood: Sending love to everyone who is just... tired. Life is a lot, and sometimes the answer to it all is to just be still and silent for a while. Give yourself space and grace. Whether itâs decision fatigue, information fatigue, anxiety fatigue, routine fatigue, getting-your-life-back-together fatigue, career fatigue, social fatigue, financial fatigue, or physical fatigue, take a moment to breathe and recharge. You deserve it.
deep conversations with someone who understands you is everything
itâs so attractive when someone shows you how excited they are to see and talk to you everyday
te Ărsz Ă©n meg mosolygok
âDonât ever think that everyone who leaves wants to.â
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âI donât lose things, I lose people.â
-S.Lilobell (A seven word story.)
late night realization hits different
Messzire megyek, a gép majd nézd meg hol landol
Tomorrow
I wish I could have seen the youÂ
who at least pretended to dance at dusk that day
The you who tiptoed alongside the final chord,
gracelesslyÂ
all the way to the precipice
I imagined you pausing too late
as your right leg hung suspended
in the open air
the mud on your sneakers too visible, even in the retreating light
"Please," you whisper to the thin night-dyed veilÂ
Grasped firm in your small handÂ
Dotted with doves
Adorned with fingernails that were always too sharp
"Let tomorrow be a kinder thing."