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Bonne matinée 💟🌞🆕️
Texas 🎶 Everyday Now
The word "beefcake" used to never cross my mind before i watched sunny
BESTIE IVE BEEN STARVING U IM SO SRY here’s baby boy saving me and being worried about me later-game anon
It's been a while. I haven't been all that okay this year, and I've kept quiet because I don't want to be someone who complains. It's been a bad year, genuinely, truly. I could talk about all the bad things, but nothing would change them. They were just bad and only look to be getting worse. I came back to find a certain picture I made...only to see almost 300 notes of activity while I was gone. It makes me happy that people could still enjoy my works while I nitpick on what I could do better. Even happier when I see reblogs with messages of encouragement or just overall praise. Thank you. I'll have to look into trying to start up again, but I have a really important exam within these next few days and a really long essay that I haven't even started. I'm still a student, and I'm still struggling. One last thank you to end it off...Thank you!
Texas - Everyday Now
Something deep inside
Say move away
Tried to leave what's good behind
I still ask myself why I let it go
All those years were wasted time
Comment: There are always at least two sides of a story. Back then I often asked myself whether I should have fought more - instead of walking away. But cheating has always been a poor foundation for happiness - and some decisions are not yours to make. And today it no longer matters. It’s just another read book in a shelf.
„Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.“
-Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore