Sweet Seals For You, Always

titsay
untitled
NASA
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Keni
tumblr dot com
todays bird
macklin celebrini has autism

Love Begins
Sade Olutola
The Bowery Presents

#extradirty
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
taylor price

pixel skylines
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
d e v o n
official daine visual archive

seen from Malaysia

seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Argentina

seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from United States

seen from Guatemala

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Spain
seen from Venezuela

seen from United States

seen from Singapore

seen from Malaysia
@theintuitivecomplex
Self-Control is elegance; a beauty so timeless that it never fades.
Sometimes souls are connected, but their eyes are not willing to see.
For me, nature or new places in the world, are partly so beautiful that it is too beautiful for me to bear. I feel some things as so beautiful that it triggers a painful stabbing in my heart.
Maybe it is the sadness that I have to leave the place. Or that I can not see everything forever and at once, if I want to. I do not know. For me it has always been like that.
What I've noticed my whole life is that many people tend to go through their daily lives with a tunnel view.
They live more in their "I"-perspective and forget to perceive important factors of their environment. They think they know what will happen next or how a person is and will behave; however, they do not observe clearly.
Most of the time, people are looking into a mirror of their own insecurities.
I feel like a lot of people just function on autopilot and as soon as they have to think for themselves, an error occurs; like a computer program with a bug.
If you don't take the risk, you won't build trust; there will always be a distance and thus you keep yourself from love.
saudade
/saʊˈdɑːdə/
noun
"A deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. It often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing will never return".