45” Bloom

Hi, I'm a 25 yo living in London. I reblog and post whatever I want

[pieceoftheheart]

I made myself a list of things I want to do when I'm healthy again.

[hiraiyya]

Pagod na ako.

Pagod na pagod na.

[lilboreddev-blog]

REBLOG IF YOU WANT ANONS

[superjosephhh]

[hiraiyya]

One day you will be the reason someone stays. You will be the reason why they no longer run away. You will be the person who makes them want to settle down. You will do what no one else was able to do. You will be the exception to the rule. You will be the story everyone tells when they want to believe in fairy tales again.

One day you will be the one who makes it to the end. You’ll know that the search is finally over and your happy ending is right around the corner.

[hiraiyya]

A part of me will always love you.

[superjosephhh]

Two hearts in love, need no words (I walked by the couple then I saw wine and holding hands hmmm romantic let me find a nice candid angle)

[musingofapoeticsoul]

[musingofapoeticsoul]

[musingofapoeticsoul]

[buttonpoetry]

“Relationships remind me that I’m not afraid of heights or falling, but I’m afraid of what’s going to happen when my body hits the ground.”

— Rudy Francisco, “My Honest Poem”

[demxntia]

[musingofapoeticsoul]

[musingofapoeticsoul]

[hiraiyya]

You deserve someone that doesn't make you wonder.

[dabombdotcom0]

“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.” “ there once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. The sun so radiant, he burns so bright. The moon so luminous, but only shows her face during the night. Wounded and raged, the sun cries and cries, so sad he hides from the skies hoping to see her. The days become dark, because the sun will not shine. The waves crash so harsh on the shoreline because there is a storm breaching on the inside. If the sun couldn’t see the moon, he would find another way to display his love. While the sun was thinking, the moon was astray. You see..the moon loves the sun so much, that when he is away, she chooses not to take a single breath, because not seeing him today, is a pain worse than death. the sun can not see but he can hear, he can feel her soul and it soon became clear. The sun would die each and every night to let his true love breathe, for it would put an end to all her misery. ” “ a tale like this should be heard and seen.” “And no one will know it is the story of you and me.”

THIS WAS WRITTEN BY ME, MAKAYLA ELIZABETH ALLGIRE, AND IF YOU COPYWRITE THIS ..I WILL FIND YOU..AND I WILL KILL YOU.

[musingofapoeticsoul]