
Love Begins

Kaledo Art
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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weekend vibes
I have come up with a better metaphor than âyou canât pour from an empty cupâ for burnout. You canât boil an empty kettle. Pouring from an empty cup just gets you nowhere. Trying to boil an empty kettle can ruin the kettle, the stove, and burn down your house if you keep trying it.
"The one who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The one who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no-one else has ever been." - Albert Einstein
âI stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.â
â Unknown
âI think itâs important to realize you can miss something, but not want it back.â
â Paulo Coelho
âI just want someone to be truly happy because of me. Someone who is happy to see me, happy to hear me, happy to know me.â
â Unknown
âNever discredit your gut instinct. You are not paranoid. Your body can pick up on bad vibrations. If something deep inside of you says something is not right about a person or situation, trust it.â
â Simple Reminders
âI hope you fall in love with someone who never lets you fall asleep thinking youâre unwanted.â
â Unknown
âWhatever comes, let it come. What stays, let it stay. What goes, let it go.â
â Unknown
âWe were just two souls that were once so interconnected that it was hard to tell the difference, but now we are strangers. Isnât it sad how quickly that happens? How you can go from talking to someone every day to never again? From knowing every inch of their life, celebrating their successes, and wallowing in their failures with themâŠto nothing?â - K.A. Knight
my roommate
sometimes,
late at night
in the depths of my dark room
i turn over
and expect to see you there.
laying there.
nose to nose with me
your brown eyes staring deep into mine.
breath intertwining,
your chapped lips grazing my own.
but,
my room is different now.
i now have a TV that sits on my dresser
and a lamp on my nightstand
to keep the monsters away.
you see,
there are places that you have no longer touched,
places where your presence doesnât even begin to linger.
all except my bed.
although i have new sheets,
and a brand new bedspread,
i can occasionally still feel you there.
i imagine i can still smell the lingering of your scent,
damp hair from the shower of earlier that day.
all in the place where we spent our time the most
the place where our bodies became one.
so much time has passed,
so much has changed,
yet i have to ask:
when will the day arrive that you finally leave my room?
âI was 12 thinking about killing myself. I am 21, still thinking about killing myself.â
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