Dark side of the moon

Just a collection of pictures I like. Thoughts are under #words.  🌠🌠🌠

[phaxes]

via weheartit

[purplebuddhaquotes]

If you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her, maybe you should take a look at your hands.

Kaija Sabbah (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[heartsnmagic]

[dharmarainbow]

Aldous Huxley

[lovelustquotes]

[love]

[destroymylife]

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[welovewaves]

[ullathynell]

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[heartsnmagic]

[tollacomzo]

Just like that. It came back. The gut is an instrument. I wish those you don't appreciate you would get Fucked.

[tollacomzo]

Well let's see. See how this plays out. Am I crazy or sensitive. Pulled a youee last night again and Got up crazy early. No bad bad feels. Even when I didn't talk to you. Every thing from great really. I missed ya but that's normal. First contact everything felt good still. With no incident to timestamp it in my mind tho the air changed. I can't put my finger on when or why but I felt it. 1212. Caught it. I asked if u was feeling off and u said that was the case but had got over donething earlier. Which was strange to me cause earlier my heart meter felt so much better. No with with that familiar feeling you said it was over. last I heard from before I took a lil nappers. When I woke. Golly it was back. Belly feeling it. Just that happy miss u, gives away to a lil worry for you, grows into what I git now. The stomach ache that's plagued me so many times. And been right. I've done nothing. Even my over active imsgination is coming up empty handed. So I'll wait see what comes. What can I do. I can't write u harder and ask 8f everything is ok.

[tollacomzo]

😍

[legalizeact]

[yungxscum-deactivated20240401]

Lmao

[tollacomzo]

Love never hurts. I refuse to believe otherwise. I will not drag my feelings for you through the mud. Love is beautiful love is kindness. Love is the warm sun on my skin. Love is the light in which I see you. Love is the sight of a litter of puppies. The swell that starts in the gut and works up to the throat. Love is the swarm of butterflies that live in my belly ever time you are near. This thing that plagues me in your absence. The weight in my soul when you are farther than near. Is this attachment? Is this fear? Why does it hurt so bad. My mind races with notions that I fear. Why when you give no cause for concern. How can the most beautiful thing I have ever seen cause such pain. I can't believe it does. I don't even have the capability of believing you would ever want this for me. So where is this from. And why does your light destroy it. None of them can stand up to even a brief moment of your love. It renews. It's a cool breeze when the heat is bearing down. Your love is like mercy. The mysterious mind. Thinking of you always.