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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Awhhh! Sooo sweet.
“…One day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.”
— J.D. Salinger (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Porque hasta ahyi puede llegar.
“Reading isn’t important because it helps to get you a job. It’s important because it gives you room to exist beyond the reality you’re given. It is how humans merge. How minds connect. Dreams. Empathy. Understanding. Escape.”
— Matt Haig, Notes on a Nervous Planet | @wnq-psychology
Honesty
My insides are tangled.
My heart is in shatters.
Constant anxiety fills me.
My head is the only thing keeping it together. Always keeping a level head.
I told him shyness got the best of both of us. And it did. It laughed in our faces as our hearts continued to grow and when our lives began to change.
My heart doesn't drive this body.
The pretention of having a good nice life does.
Image. Reputation. It matters to me. But damn I hate it.
This little heart of mine isnt strong. It's weak. I didn't have the heart to tell him i felt the same but that life has different plans for us. That it's unfair life didn't let us try it out .I didnt have the heart to tell him what i really felt.
And now it sways and it falters.
I have nowhere to go but sit and wait.
Im alone with my thoughts and these dumb ass feelings.
They consume.
I'm imploding.
The rain is finally here and the dam is still up.
I need out.
I hate the DMV.
Found in drafts:
Undergraduate ~last year~
WHOO!! I am still awake, it’s past 12. Finishing getting my room together for the millionth time. I have about 6 hours of sleep, sounds good right? Here’s where I am right now with my life’s little projects: ^^
- Almost done with Zelda: Twilight Princess - Halfway done with my 4 year scarf project {the colorful white one} - Same place with my old roommate’s book project... - Planning process for my quote inspiration canvas picture - Need to finish my scrapbook page for HaU - Need to begin with the art project for the poem I posted before.. - Create steering gifts + necklace
I hope by spring break I will be able to get all if not most of this done!! Here’s a few things on my bucket list: - Go dancing at the PCH club - Go to a convalescent home ~volunteer~ - Go up to Hill Top Park again early morning! - Go to Lantern Festival at the Placita
Let’s see what I choose to do with my following semester, and how far I get with these little projects.
Found in drafts: finally laid to rest.
When someone dies, you expect the family to come together and mourn their death. Unfortunately this isn't the way it is. There is most usually something that splits the family up. Funeral arrangements are stressful.. thank goodness I have not gone through that process yet.
Just Five Minutes Please..
Some days are colder than the rest.
When there’s something to say, and you turn to your right.
Then to your left.
You check your phone.
And feel at a loss.
Who? Who out of my 582 ‘friends’ can I share this with?
This isn’t a cute picture of someone’s furry little friend.
Or a comedic video that brings laughter for a little short minute.
This is you.
Turning blue.
Just five minutes, please.
Siguele Muchacha
"Be the person you needed when you were younger." - Ayesha A. Siddiqi?
I needed guidance and a friend. I think. Someone to push me to speak out loud in English and in Spanish. Someone asking for my personal thoughts. My opinions, my feelings, my thoughts.
Orange in his Hand
I see two men sweat at the exit of the freeway.
One is brown and burnt from the sun rays the other is white with an American Flag stitched across his trucker hat.
They both wear dirty clothes. They both burn to hold a little green.
One sells oranges, walking up and down the street. One holds a sign that reads, “I’m hungry, help me eat.” I feel for both of them, but I only admire one.
The one who hands oranges in bags to tired faces, who chases cars for his change, who counts pennies as profit to keep his apartment.
The one whose wife wakes before sunrise to walk through Los Angeles streets yelling “tamales, tamales” with a 4 year old daughter at her side.
The mother who crossed over 4 years earlier so her daughter wouldn’t have to sell tamales with a baby at her side.
The father tells his son never to beg, but to work hard for the bread. So the son sells Cheetos at his high school and gets called beaner for not owning named brand clothes. A son who must bring dollars before good grades because rent is two weeks late. A son who will one day hold a gun to the head of a liquor store clerk, only to remember his father’s words.
Mijo, work hard for the bread.
Rent is two weeks late so the family breaks tax laws to make jobs and they lifts roses to the sky hoping someone passing by is falling in love again, so the family takes elotes to the neighborhood projects hoping the ninos are hungry.
The news says this family is here to take my job, my seat in school, my country, but the only thing they’re taking is the risk of being handcuffed, broken and deported in the name of family in the name of love in the name of trying everything to stay above the current and that is why I can’t help
But to admire the man with an orange in his hand, a fireball of hunger in his palm.
this'll go on my wall for ages.
It’s been over a year that those 3 made the choice. Even though it was out of necessity, I was blessed to end up in their home. Some left and others welcomed. Its a fast-moving cycle of roommates but the beauty of it is when the personalities mix and become this dysfunctional family. Make your choice to take a chance. See where it takes you. #takeachance #chicasdelapartamento4 #itsaroommatething #dysfunctionalfamily #thesewillbethebestmemories #lifegoeson
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