this is my personal blog.
if you know me personally, please respect my privacy.
Mike Driver
Not today Justin

Product Placement
Today's Document
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Cosimo Galluzzi
RMH

⁂
Show & Tell

Andulka
DEAR READER
Cosmic Funnies
Claire Keane
we're not kids anymore.
Game of Thrones Daily
taylor price
YOU ARE THE REASON
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

Discoholic 🪩
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from India
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from Singapore

seen from Chile

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Australia

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Singapore
seen from United States

seen from Ireland
@wecallsanity
this is my personal blog.
if you know me personally, please respect my privacy.
though, I’ll miss you tremendously, I’m excited for you. I hope no matter what happens, you remember me as someone who adored and appreciated you incredibly
And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.
k.b. // unknown
Sixty Nine Club
@cinselclub1
I see three into two does work 🤔🤪
Intellectual intimacy.
How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.
Khalil Gibran
I feel things deeply.
Always have.
I cry when I’m happy, when I’m sad, when I’m angry, when something touches my soul.
It’s just how I’m wired.
My emotions spill out of me because I care that much.
For a long time, I used to think that made me “too much.”
Too emotional. Too sensitive. Too soft.
But I’ve learned, it’s actually my strength.
Because when I love you, you’ll feel it.
You’ll never have to guess how I feel or wonder if I care.
You’ll be seen. You’ll be felt. You’ll be loved right.
I don’t play about my heart.
And if that makes me a crybaby, so be it.
“Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.”
— Henry David Thoreau, Journals
everyday for the past fourteen.
born to lose, would die to win.