Peter Solarz
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
noise dept.

#extradirty
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Product Placement
Not today Justin
Stranger Things

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
One Nice Bug Per Day
i don't do bad sauce passes

titsay
d e v o n
trying on a metaphor

JVL
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@moclan520
Tôi chẳng cần được ghi nhớ trong lòng ai đó qua nhiều năm, chỉ muốn mình đã từng là bóng hình khiến người phải dừng chân đứng lại.
“Tôi là kiểu người không biết sống để làm gì nhưng vẫn phải tiếp tục sống.”
Quá khứ, hiện tại
Mình có đang thật sự sống không?
Italy, Sicily - 2017
“I hope you find the kind of love where a single touch can calm your tormented soul.”
“Mình hi vọng cậu có thể tìm được tình yêu nơi chỉ một cái chạm cũng có thể ru yên đau đớn trong lòng.”
Quote by Nikita Gill.
Photo by Tohru NISHIMURA.
Translated by trangtrang
Poems: Lily-K | Art of Tanya Shatseva
[Forget.]
I forget that we've broken up
I always want to inform you first
Holding phone among the hustle and bustle,
Then I realize we lost each other
I forget that I used to feel pain
And also feel my broken heart
You promised, then you disregarded
Only I still keep it
I forget that I was very soft
The weep turned into oblivion
The dreams dissolved into twilight
I don't know, how much do I remember?
I forget that I was in love
With one hundred percent of my heart
Happiness, compassion, and us
All is transient like autumn wind
I forget that I was drunk
With crazy dreams of youth
Love is holding one way ticket
There is no turning back
I forget. Well, let it be!
Forget it or remember it
Sadness is still so gentle
And it's peaceful in early morning for like ever
I forget that I have to forget you
So I'm writing a rambling poem
"The love only beautiful when the unfinished"
I just feel blue...
...nameless nostalgia.
Dead.
tao met moi qua may ah.
HELP.