Dear future me, I hope you're proud of how hard we're trying right now. Some days are about growth. Some days are about survival. Either way, we're still here.
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Dear future me, I hope you're proud of how hard we're trying right now. Some days are about growth. Some days are about survival. Either way, we're still here.
I'm such a dreamer. Just imagine if I make it big in music and go on a world tour to the USA, and in the audience there are girls or guys they met on Tumblr! Sounds crazy! And beautiful.
And call the tour TUMBLR and the people like wtf means that why tumblr sjdjsjs
Είναι ίσες οι f και g; Μήπως υπάρχει κάποια λεπτή διαφορά μεταξύ τους την οποία αφήνουμε κατά μέρους στο λύκειο; Εκφραστείτε ελεύθερα modulo κόσμια. #μαθηματικά #μαθηματικα_κατευθυνσης #πανελληνιες #πανελληνιες2021 #late_night_thoughts Η απάντηση σύντομα... #stay_tuned https://www.instagram.com/p/CGk-LzpFwcH/?igshid=9y73ytwnvzyb
You can find it on my Instagram page also!! :)
Hope you like it....
@ dea_fegg____zned
CHANGE
Little by little I spend my day
As I found there's another way,
I tried my best & forgot the rest
Just in a week I reached the peak,
When compassion took me over,
The devil whispered" I'll come never"
Something had changed for good
It's the day I became shrewd.
Abhisek
в общем то, хз, никогда не вела блоги или что то такое, но да ладно, попробуем, лол
йоуп🪿 сейчас я проживаю.. скажем так не самый приятный этап в своей жизни. буквально пару дней назад я рассталась со своей девушкой спустя год отношений на расстоянии. не было ни ссор, ни чего такого, мы расстались любя, что очень меня ломает.. стараюсь не терять надежду что все еще вернется во круги своя. ну и как бы дап... чувствую себя очень поршиво и думаю буду постить тут свои мысли и состояние, т. к если честно жаловаться особо не кому (есть пару человек, но я очень не хочу их нагружать), да и тут, в этом приложении, нет никого из моего окружения что очень меня радует. если ктот наткнется на этот пост и будет следить — круто! если нет — тогда пусть это послужит мне просто моим "личным дневником"
буду, документировать изменения в моей жизни, так сказать ✍🏻
ever notice how the people you love the most somehow spend more time drifting toward people who feel farther from you? how the closeness is still there, real and deep, yet it’s the ones you hold closest who end up hurting you the most. some connections don’t even have a proper name—they’re just there, heavy and undefinable, lingering longer than they should.
and then there’s this quiet pressure to be perfect at life. to ace everything you’re given, to prove you’re doing enough, being enough. you try so hard, but no matter how much effort you pour in, it never feels like a win. you miss that one shot, lose that one game, and suddenly it feels like you’ve failed at everything. like you’re losing pieces of yourself a little more each day, and it hurts more than you ever admit.
and when you think about losing the people you love, it hits all over again. why does it hurt the most when you’re trying your hardest to forget? why does the heart remember what the mind is begging to let go of?
Your skin reminds me of moonlight and late night drives.
Your beautiful brown eyes remind me of unknown dark deep waters.
Your embrace feels like home.
Your soft hands are as close to comfort as I've ever felt.
Your mind filled with crevices and twists and turns is truly something to wonder.
Though you may never know the depth of the affection I feel or understand the brevity of my love.
You return to me, every time.
Forever reciprocating your inner most versions of you that are continually birthed through life, experience and wisdom.
Without question or fault, without exception or thought... It is you and has been.
You may never know or understand because to you, you're just the average man...
Yet I the average, lonesome, awkward woman, finds your average and ordinary quite the extraordinary.