occasionally subtle
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
$LAYYYTER
noise dept.

Origami Around
Sweet Seals For You, Always
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
Xuebing Du
Monterey Bay Aquarium

if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document
Three Goblin Art
AnasAbdin

#extradirty
DEAR READER
cherry valley forever
sheepfilms
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@xwaysi
A random music, old and new... yeah, it still gets to me. That one call and just like that night we stayed up talking 'til dawn, confessing all our messed-up dreams. Remember how we'd argue about pointless things, but somehow always ended up laughing? Every inside joke felt like a badge of honor. We built this crazy little bubble, where being weird was celebrated and love was just… easy. You weren't just some fling; you were the person I thought I'd spend forever annoying, the reason my Spotify playlists suddenly made sense.
Then, the music cut out. Not a gentle fade, but a power outage that left me stumbling in the dark. Our bubble burst, leaving behind a mess of shattered expectations. It healed, kinda, into a scar – a dull throb I mostly ignore. For a long time, it was just a memory that played inside my head.
But sometimes, hearing a person calling someone that word, a glimpse of someone rocking your style, or the faint whiff of that perfume hits me like a ton of bricks. And the scar rips open. It doesn't bleed, not really, but with a rush of memories: your dumb grin, the way you'd steal my breath, the stupid promises we made under that starry night. The echoes of how good it was, how naturally we clicked, flood my brain, painting a picture of surreal happiness that now feels like a punch to the gut. In those moments, the old wound flares up with a pain that's both old news and brand new. It's like a phantom limb twitch for a love that was once so damn real, so damn mine. And yeah, sometimes, it still hurts. A deep, nagging ache that reminds me of the beautiful, fucked-up dream I let myself believe –- that we could actually make it work.
“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.”
— Ernest Hemingway
Silent night drifts on a thought, do you think of me as I think of you?
— texts I can't send
Ansarap tumambay dito dati nung walang ads. It felt like the only platform without all the chaotic and noisy advertising. Ang maingay lang dito yung utak mo. Ngayon hindi na. Pati tumblr nagbago na haha
No words, just feels. That’s Tumblr.
warmth of the sun, ron hicks | from a letter to milena, franz kafka
can't sleep either? poor thing. come, let's watch the sunrise together
This!!!🥺
what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting
It’s crazy how real this is
All of the full moons of 2024
i have no energy to argue. i'm ok with being misunderstood.
You deserve someone who is 100% sure about you.
The end.