#relisation

[carpenl]

weird or what??

i gotta say this..........

Barbie and Ken are named after chicken

BARBIEque chicken and KENtuckey fried chicken

coincidence.......i think not

[not-a-fish737277632-blog]

Younger me thought that boys were pretty, but younger me never wanted to date or love them. I wanted to look like them, assuming every girl felt like this I dated one.

Turns out I was a boy who just had the wrong body. Wish younger me knew before puberty swung around.

[martascabreras]

so a sidekick assists a hero but if you give someone a kick in the side i.e a sidekick it doesn’t assist them so if your sidekick gives you a sidekick they aren’t a good sidekick but they have a good sidekick meaning they aren’t a sidekick because they already have one but if they can’t do a good sidekick they can’t protect you so they aren’t a good sidekick and if your sidekick is a PSYCHIC do they know they’re a good sidekick and thus they’ve just really just perfected their sidekick to be a sidekick so they aren’t a good sidekick they’re just a psychic sidekick with a good sidekick

[kranthi0987]

I dont know where have to go and dont know where it goes to end. life doesn't give directions. choose right direction it take to right path🤔 #life #relisation #byke #betterquotes (at Andhra Pradesh)

[bloodtype-bpositive]

Night 1

// 03:08am // 26-12-16 //

It’s Christmas. We watch TV. In silence. The occasional laugh or chuckle breaking the seal and revealing it’s darkest secrets. We’re supposed to be happy, to be joyful. But how can we? 

Mum cries. I cry. Not when I’m with her, when she leaves for her shift. I sit in the kitchen, surrounded by memories. Time. It ticks on. The never ending sentence in the story of our lives. 

I miss him. I miss his hugs. Holding and squeezing my hand. His smile and the joy that befell be when I was the reason. I miss him always being here. Metaphorically of course. I miss how he danced in the kitchen, how he would grab me and tickle my sides. Life was simple, as it should be. 

Realisation.The sheer impact of it alone reduces me to tears. I can never hear his voice again. I can never get a shaving cream hug in the morning. He’ll never know what’ll become of me, of us. 

it’s simply incomprehensible. Grief stricken we go on. Never to know what his last wishes were. He’s gone. 

Goodnight darling x 

//03:23am//

[themorningfeelings]

Candle children

So today I sore a little girl open her classroom at the end of the day and scream out what a beautiful day. She had so much confidence and new who she was I realised we were all like that once until society and people blew our light out. Just like a candle but remember a candle can always be relight.

[howamisurvivinglife-blog]

So i just realized that if you like a post on Tumbler, a heart asends to the heavens of the top of the page and disappears.

If you like a post but then dislike it, that same heart is now grey, is broken and desends to hell of the page.

Think about that when you dislike a post.

[spiritual-minimalist-blog]

Sometimes something just clicks and it all starts to make sense in your head. Those things you never understood or you never knew...

spiritual-minimalist