Luna Ja 🌙 Rie

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[calamari04-deactivated20230902]

you have two homes… the earth and your body.. take care of them 🌞🌿🍃

[dntgetmad]

I had to post this whole thread because this is the definition of a wholesome post. 😭😂💕🔑

[americadivided-deactivated20170]

This is beyond cute and innocent. I love it 😭

[barelyfittingin]

My guy 💪

[mashallahsis-blog]

This is so cute I love it

[jenndoesnotcare]

for those of you without an amazing s.o. in your life, if you want to learn a lot of this yourself, may i please introduce you to @unfuckyourhabitat :)

[crip-jesus-deactivated20190301]

I finally found this post! This is one of the best thing’s I’ve ever read 😊

[thealienemily]

[arianalyneebabcock]

[3jannah]

[refiningfire]

[king-shitt-only]

[scary-stories]

Timekeeper.

He had been given the watch on his tenth birthday. It was an ordinary grey plastic wristwatch in every respect except for the fact that it was counting down. “That is all of the time you have left in the world, son. Use it wisely.” And indeed he did. As the watch ticked away, the boy, now a man, lived life to the fullest. He climbed mountains and swam oceans. He talked and laughed and lived and loved. The man was never afraid, for he knew exactly how much time he had left.

Eventually, the watch began its final countdown. The old man stood looking over everything he had done, everything he had built. 5. He shook hands with his old business partner, the man who had long been his friend and confidant. 4. His dog came and licked his hand, earning a pat on the head for its companionship. 3. He hugged his son, knowing that he had been a good father. 2. He kissed his wife on the forehead one last time. 1. The old man smiled and closed his eyes.

Then, nothing happened. The watch beeped once and turned off. The man stood standing there, very much alive. You would think that in that moment he would have been overjoyed. Instead, for the first time in his life, the man was scared.

[in-a-sunny-land]

[kick-push-twist-kush]

Nope

[artiebillz]

[smokinmel]

Oregon diesel

[contac]

[melanebony]

Wet the bed...

Post Malone x Jeremih x Fuck 
Amir Obe x One Night Thing 
The Weeknd x Outside
Jeremih x Woosah 
Meek Mill x Trey Songz x Wale x Face Down 
Chris Brown x Tyga x Girl You loud 
Jacquees x Lloyd x Rich Homie Quan x Feel It 
The Weeknd x Next 
Meek Mill x Nicki Minaj x Bad For You 
Pusha T x Sweet Serenade 
Tory Lanez x Woods Trey Songz x Chill Future x The Percocet & Stripper Joint Wale x Jeremih x The Body Miguel x Vixen Chris Brown x Tyga x Lights Out Majid Jordan x Her

[shopwitme]

when the percocet kicks in at 8:23am est

[nitrons]

I wish I was as pretty as this  

[scary-stories]

Burn.

I raced across the hospital as fast as I could. I should have been heading home but I’d just been called about an emergency admission.

I entered the private room and I gasped at what I saw. In all my years treating burns, I had never seen anything that came close to this. The man on the bed had burns covering the entirety of his body; his skin was charred black. Blood and pus wept from the cracks in his destroyed flesh.

What made the situation even worse was that he had to be physically restrained by two of the biggest male nurses I knew.

“Let me fucking go!” He screamed. “I can’t stay here. He’ll come back for me!”

Jesus, had this been the result of a premeditated attack?

“Doctor,” the first nurse greeted me, “he keeps giving us false details, possibly due to the trauma. He seems to think he’s dead.”

“Date of birth: June 12th 1972. Date of death: January 6th 2014.” The patient bellowed. “Now let me go; he’s coming!”

I’d heard people say some crazy things when they’d been on pain relief but this guy sent shivers down my spine. Something was really wrong.

I took a few more steps towards him, scanning the burns he’d suffered. As I did, this whole thing had started to feel like a weird out of body experience.

“What are you?” I heard myself ask.

He stopped screaming and fighting against the nurses. He slowly turned to me, stared straight into my eyes and calmly spoke.

“My name is David John Cooper. I am the first person to escape from Hell.”

[scary-stories]

A Message from your Personal Demons.

Hello, my dear. You do not know who I am, but I know you. I am one of the three demons that were assigned to you at birth. You see, some people in this world are destined for greatness, destined to live happy, fulfilling lives. You, I am afraid, are not one of those people, and it is our job to make sure of that.

Who are we? Oh yes, of course, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce us:

Shame is my younger brother, the demon on your left shoulder. Shame tells you that you’re a freak; that those thought you have are not normal; that you will never fit in. Shame whispered into your ear when your mother found you playing with yourself as a child. Shame is the one who makes you hate yourself. Fear sits on your right shoulder. He is my older brother, as old as life itself. Fear fills every dark corner with monsters, turns every stranger on a dark street into a murderer. Fear stops you from telling your crush how you feel. He tells you it is better not to try than let people see you fail. Fear makes you build your own prison.

Who am I, then? I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend. You turn to me when you have nothing else, because I live in your heart. I am the one who forces you to endure. The one who prolongs your torment.

Sincerely,

Hope.