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@yourhani
It's my 5 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Oh! time flies ...
Sealed
A lot of words unsaid
Not because thy scared
Your mind are just full
Made your lips sealed
c.yourhani
Fault line (Coastal University Book 2)
Rating: 4 Star
Author: Ki Stephens
If you like the enemy to love, trope this is for you. I like how the author writes its very nice for starter reader (but not for below 17). You've love how the author shows each POV of the main characters that makes you understand both side. She pull that technique. I didn't finish it in one sitting because it's kinda spicy though it made me glue to the story. I just like how their relationship and the character develop. Still something I recommend but not for some people because if you know, you know.
If my sins rose as high as mountain
I presume why I'm empty
I chased everything suit my envy
To embellish my desire.
If I strive to reach the path
They said, I'll find my faith
even I'm out of hand
With all the souls I demand
Why expect me to build castle?
My heart is tired of title
If I can only beg to stay
And only watch the day
Indeed, I'm debted
endlessly obliged
To whom I look up to
To whom I worship to
I haven't found the path
They beseech me to stay
Until my peace shattered
Somehow, end up astray
Who would thought
I can learn walking, twice.
It's surely peculiar in their eyes
Perhaps not me.
Maybe one day,
Instead of watching and stand
While my moutain rise as cloud
Eventually, i'll wake up climbing
I hope I can tell you how much I hate you.
It wasn't summer at all, I remember vividly. My scarf suddenly gone and saw your hand swinging it with a smile on your lips. While I tried to conceal mine, looking like idiot running around a little pissed, embarrassed, and scared. Wish what ours were untold if only you're not silly and arrogant. Maybe I won't feel uneasy. I don't understand why I still reminisce. Why I'm still fond of looking back. I don't know if I resent or appreciate you. If we really have what i call—ours, it was never that great. I just know that even after those years, you'll gonna laugh or smirk at me once you see me. I've always hated you!
c.wrythani
Lying is a sin, they said.
Coffee day
I'm thinking of drink coffee today
So I could feel a little bit awake
Maybe a little bit of a energy
It can give ease my mind atleast
I can feel the warm and calm
Sounds of Silence
Why do I have to utter every little phonemes?
Compose words that sounds futile
Hymn that can't explain it's sounds
Everyone are heard, was a lie.
Birds that sings makes tree dance
was it the wind all this time
Do you even listen to the wind?
Your Stare
I only remember one stare
Not those who see me lowly
Not those eyes with care
Not those who sparkle for me
Not those with passion and love
But an eye with a blank glare
It may leave mark on my head
Never thought it would be this deep
I knew I was mesmerised
but more like bewildered
From the ravish eyes of you.
Owl
I sleep night 'till noon
Woke up to a dream that hunted me
I sometimes became owl at the dark
Counting tik from my clock.
In the middle of the night
I lay my body stiff and prowl
I thought I could hear a howl
Sometimes, I see myself
In the dessert cried for help
Or trapped inside of a cage
I blinked my eyes—here we go
c.wrythani
Who Cares?
Unknown plot
We may have our own stories
Still, we’re not an open book
We may have chapters in life
We usually anticipated
Doesn’t mean we know the plot
We could skim the part
Never could we skip a page
Just continue the tale
Without a writer..