#20221115

[tights-meow]

Space tights!

[snotion0116]

#20221115 🍔🍔🍔 맥주가 생각나는 버거! 바질때문인가? ㅎㅎㅎ 오랜만에 수제버거. 담에 언젠가 웨버그릴에 버거패티를 구워서 버거를 만들어먹어보고싶다. 😋 #브루클린더버거조인트 #서래마을 #맥주가생각나는맛 #수제버거 #서래마을맛집 #수제버거맛집 #강남맛집(브루클린 더 버거 조인트에서) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClBEyvovKuT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[beckysioux]

It wasn’t snowing during my walk, instead tiny ice pellets were being pelted from the sky. #20221115 #319of365daysof2022 https://www.instagram.com/p/ClAao0HrrGE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[anariathoughts]

Fingir

A veces siento que solo estoy fingiendo, que lo que digo creer no es lo que realmente creo y honestamente me aterra. Tal vez solo es el hecho de que es más fácil decir algo a hacerlo.

Tal vez está bien cuando yo lo digo, pero no me siento bien cuando mi pareja lo dice. Sí, estoy consciente de que el amor es una decisión, pero creo que me gusta la idea de que mi pareja no opine lo mismo.

Ahora que lo pienso, no es fingir, bueno no completamente. Es decir, yo siempre he sido así, no soy totalmente "yo" con nadie, lo cual es algo triste, no? Pero bueno, lo que quiero decir es que no debo sentirme mal si es que no consigo transmitir mis sentimientos, al fin y al cabo, yo debo ser quien decido si lo comparto o no.

[anariathoughts]

Comer mientras veo 🐞

Y si me dices cómo te sientes? no crees que te sentirás mejor?  Sé honesta amor, no te limites, sé que necesitas desahogarte de una u otra manera. 

En realidad, es una de las veces en las que no sé que siento o no quiero admitir lo que siento. Lo que sí estoy segura es que quiero llorar y estar sola, pero no quiero escuchar las preguntas que vienen luego de ello, o tal vez no quiero ver cómo me ignora y sigue con lo que hace (como otras veces). Cómo iniciar, si ni le encuentro sentido. Lo que sí quisiera es comer, comer mientras veo Miraculous Ladybug 🐞

Tal vez lo que quise decir es que sí va a estar con audífonos, mejor estamos en lugares separados para que cada uno pueda escuchar la música que quiera. Tal vez es lo que quiere, pero no se atreve a decir.

[bird2231]

#whatsforlunch #午餐吃什麼 #spicyburger #食包包食飽 #20221115 (at Botley, Oxfordshire) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck_GrawosmR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hanabeeri]

Today was a wild day. In the morning my consultant called me to inform me i need a credit card for apple pay TT which i do not have. it made me think of starting a part time job aside university to get one though, haha. so later, as a responsible adult, i did the next logical thing: i downloaded the paypall app TT and guess what. when i tried setting up my bank account i realized.... i dont remember my password. immediately, i felt the surge to die overcome me. as dramatic as i tend to be, i wanted to stab my thigh with scissors and call it a day. but alas i did not succumb to my intrusive thoughts and instead i took a chill pill, relaxed and called the support hotline of my bank. the woman that helped me was really kind. she also had to ask me many specific questions. a bit out of topic, but i think people can feel the stupidity of me even miles away, because she started to talk extra soft to me TT

well anyways. im working on a powerpoint presentation right now and let me tell you, my assigned partner is very kind but man. im so tired of creating powerpoints myself because some dont know how to use it. yes, its a bit confusing at first but if you're above the third semester i will expect of you to be able to create a powerpoint presentation. i say this, dementia brainrot and suicidal tendencies in my head over the most minor things.

life is so hard. will it ever get easier. not mentally, just in general. i learned to live with my sudden outbursts, but will life itself become easier one day?

[littlestarsongs]

“Want to split?” She asks it so casually, tossing the orange between her palms.

“Sure,” I reply. She smiles and my heart skips a beat.

I’m captured, drawn into the motion of her hands. She peels the fruit dexterously, obviously well-acquainted with the motions necessary. I have no such experience. My hands, were I to try to peel an orange, would break the skin into pieces, would rupture the sensitive membranes and become sticky with juice.

I watch her hands as they remove the peel: a single piece. She grins at me, crooked and knowing. My gaze darts back to her hands, to the orange.

She slides her fingers into the folds of the orange, prying the sections apart with intimate gentleness. I meet her eyes and blush.