by Matveev Nikolai

oozey mess

Love Begins
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sheepfilms
The Stonewall Inn
Show & Tell
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Origami Around
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Xuebing Du
Noah Kahan
Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever
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Mike Driver

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Game of Thrones Daily

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by Matveev Nikolai
Benim bana ait olduğum bir günü daha geri de bıraktık. Zihnim hep dolu gibi, başladığım yol, başladığıma değecek mi diye çok düşünüyorum. Zira benim yollarım genellikle bol taşlı olur ve ben bunu o taşlara yüzümü çarpana kadar anlamam. En komik kısmıysa o yolları hep çiçek bahçesi sanıyor olmam😂 Düşe kalka öğrenmek deyimi benim yaşamımın izlenmesiyle bulunmuş gibi geliyor😂😂 Neyse bana kalsa çok konuşurum da sizi o kadar yormaya değmez 🤗 Dertlerinizin en kısa sürede dermanıyla buluşmasını diliyorum❤️
Allah ruhunuzu umut ışığıyla doldursun✨
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One thing I'd learned was that love conquered nothing. It would only make my hopeless situation all the more hopeless.
Love isn't a decision. It arrives unannounced, breeds madness, and leaves a sea of ruin in its wake. Hate him or love him. Either way, he's in certain hell.
Seeing you like this...It's a feeling of such...relief. Like stepping into the rain after years of drought.
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by Justin Kern
Your pretty face has its appeal. But it was the intelligence in your conversations and the intensity of your conversations and the intensity of your devotion that ensnared me. When I realized that devotion wasn't real, your looks held no significance.
Unbending. Deadlocked. He wanted to entangle our future. I wanted to undo our past.
I hesitate for a moment, but the past is a powerful thing, so my hand finally lifts, slips inside his grasp, and squeezes.
Carl Schlüter, Fraulein Bierling (1883)
Displayed at Albertinum, Dresden
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The Cathedral, Auguste Rodin (1840 -1917)
And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.
The Crown Prince tripped his head back to the sky and roared, and it was the battle cry of a god.