It hurts when the person that gave you your best memories... becomes a memory
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It hurts when the person that gave you your best memories... becomes a memory
alright go fuck yourself Tristan
I deserved that, hope youâre safe and happy
âWhatâs meant to be will always find a wayâ
â Trisha Yearwood (via suspend)
When Jane Austen said, "And sometimes I keep my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in," I felt that
"...to even mention the word "hope" seems like a sick joke to the millions and millions of young people who face a lifetime of unemployment, or sometimes worse: employment"
- John Holloway (x)
How could you do that to me?
Honestly I was a stupid kid playing around with something serious like a first lovers heart. I never really cared about anything in my life at the time. Until you showed up in it one halloween night. I remember the first time I saw you clear as day. Funny how I cant say that for any of my past partners all these years later. I wasnât going to do anything for Halloween that year until a mutual friend Mikayla invited me to walk around with her group. We were all sitting around in her garage when you walked in and stole every pair of eyes in that room, hard to forget a smile when someone as pretty as you wore it so damn well. The whole night I was determined to get to know you better, charm you even. a fool like me could never ever get another chance with someone so clearly in a league of her own. despite the odds you humored me, charmed me back even harder. You had me under your spell from that night on. who knew our beautiful story would later take a dark turn caused by the same love struck boy from that night. all theses years pass by and the same thing plays in my head on repeat. a tortuous hellscape in my head constantly reminding me âwhat ifâ and I know Iâll never have a true answer. Only more questions devilishly more painful than the previous. Itâll never end until I do and thatâs the price I pay for all the hurt Iâve caused you. Oh my dearest K.M.B. I never wanted to imagine a world without you in it. Living through it is truly a hell on earth fitting for the monster you escaped from.
thank you Tristan, that means a lot
Thank you, for helping me become a significantly better person over the years. Losing you was sadly the best thing that could of happened to me. Without losing you I would of continued being the monster I was on track to be. Iâm happy youâre happy and Iâm doing okay. better and better each day. I love reminiscing but it pains me to look back. I thought I let go of us but it seems the best parts of us will never leave me. I can only hope our paths cross again someday.. Iâm positive the conversation would be full of all the adventures weâve been on, accomplishments weâve achieved and all the exciting dreams yet to come to fruition. Best wishes K.M.B
can't sleep
I canât sleep much tonight myself, thinking about you an insane amount. Wishing you the sweetest of dreams 9 years later đ´
want to meet me at this coffee place
More than anything in the world. Really fucking sucks Iâm about 8 years too late. I still burn for you, every night and every day K.M.B.
youâre going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. youâre going to be back on track. i donât know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isnât the end. hang in there.
âWhatâs meant to be will always find a wayâ
â Trisha Yearwood (via suspend)
When you think of love, do you think of pain?
Vance Joy, Mess Is Mine (via surqrised)
âOur embrace lasted too long. We loved right down to the bone.â
â Anna Swir, from âIâll Open the Windowâ (via soracities)
Iâm going to bring t-pose sheen into the real world
ultra lord
my only talent is appearing calm and emotionless when in reality i am on the brink of death
Dream journal entry #1
The dream starts with me entering the double doors of my small high school in the small town i graduated in. I remember in the dream i didnât know where to go, i felt lost. I knew i had traversed through these halls many of times but for some reason i couldnât recall where to go. All of a sudden i realized there werenât anymore students or teachers around, i was alone in the main entrance of the school. Suddenly, the floor beneath me gave out and i landed in my digital media class. My teacher was lecturing the class about how mistakes were enevitable, you will learn to notice these mistakes more and more with practice and correct them as you go. Sitting in my seat off to the side i remember asking a classmate near by what he was lecturing us on but the fellow classmate ignored me. I repeatedly asked but nothing, just silence. Too silent, i looked around and everything had gone quiet. The room had frozen and i was once again alone. The walls around me came crashing down and behind them were what looked like the train station from Harry Potter. I was both amazed and confused at what i was doing here. Once i boarded the train i took a seat in one of the middle sections of the train. The train whistle blew and thatâs how i knew the train was in motion. Once again i looked around me and i was alone in this big middle train section. I looked out the window and it didnât appear that we were going that fast, but as fast as i peered outside the window i also heard a loud crashing noise coming from the front of the train, i stuck my head out the window to see that we had actually wrecked into my house from when i was in high school. Not long after a yellow school bus pulls up beside us and lets off some students, and sure enough i saw myself get off the bus and climb into the house as if everything was normal. The dream fades into darkness and i awake back in my bed.