A Miscalculation.
I stumbled trying to love you, forgive me.
I could not love you as you wished and dreamt.
I came short of your kind of love.
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A Miscalculation.
I stumbled trying to love you, forgive me.
I could not love you as you wished and dreamt.
I came short of your kind of love.
“I don't have to be someone with title or rich person. It will never identify me as human. But goodness and love say the most about how I lived.”
-Antonia Bartok
human love is depression 90% of the time
"To be open to love is to be open to loss, it is the bargain we have made with ourselves"
Roses are red, violets are blue. You are stupid, he is using you. _____ #humanlovers#humanlove#like4like#likeforlike#likeforfollow#likeforlikes#instadaily#instadailyphoto#ootd#vscovietnam#tumblergirl
Una gran historia. 💕 Yo, Simón, Hlmosapiens - Becky Albertalli #loveislove🌈 #lovehistory #humanlove #books📚 #mislibros #lovereadingbooks #lovereading #bookshelfs #instapicturing #bookporn #lovegay #instagay #gaypride #hot🔥 #Robyn #lifestory #bloggermexicano #mejorenespañol #movies #simon #yosoysimon #sundaymood #sundaysun (en Azcapotzalco)
“Colourful humanity”
Antonia Bartok
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Tides of Becoming: A Post-Apocalyptic Continuation of the Tides Series (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/410290767-tides-of-becoming-a-post-apocalyptic-continuation?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=asoapymesscomm Tides of Becoming Post-Apocalyptic Continuation of the Tides Saga Plot The world ends quietly in the last version-no fanfare, no heroes left to narrate it. But endings rarely stay still. They ferment. They adapt. And in the absence of people, something else starts to think.