المرأة التي رسمتها
اِنتحرت البارحة
أخرجت يدها من اللوحة
وسحبت المسمار من الحائط.
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المرأة التي رسمتها
اِنتحرت البارحة
أخرجت يدها من اللوحة
وسحبت المسمار من الحائط.
Why didn't I bring my switch with me?
Cannot play any game in that damn computer FFS
È stata una notte movimentata
Adventures of a Parked Bulldozer 🚜
night shit heads.
It´s 4:45 and my mind is full of him. His lips, his nose, his hands, his eyes and the dimples on his cheeks when he smiles at me, only that he doesn´t. It´s not only me he smiles to or touches to. I´m in love with a fantasy, a fantasy that is real because i could swear that i feel him near me but at the same time it´s like he´s 114.1577 miles away. Is he real?.
Sometimes i feel lonely at 4:45.
Anyone else awake?
4:41am and I cant sleep. Crap. It’s been two hours since I begun trying to sleep, but here I am, the early morning, so I go on to tumblr. It is strange to be here alone, you find yourself searching for the time and trying to find anyone else awake. I found myself feeling as though I was wandering the streets of New York City gone silent, which is weird because I’ve been there and NYC is a place where quiet doesn’t exist. It’s 4:43 now and I’m still alone, I’ve found myself writing this down as though if I say this I will be found. It’s 2018, July 24. Is there anyone else out there, it’s 4:45 and I’m posting this.