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i think the problem is that i forgive people before i even let myself be angry at them
the real enemies to lovers plot was my arc in discovering how to love myself. it may have taken several years, but holy shit i think it worked
i don’t struggle with derealization. i like to think i’m pretty good at it :w
i don’t know if holding your own hand is a sign of loneliness or self-love, but either way i’m feeling something
even if you do everything right, there always is still more to do.
so do what you can and be what you are. because life's too long to care
i hate that it's surprising when people are nice to me
how dare you make it harder for me to hate myself
i don't think i'm ready for when nostalgia is all that's left of my childhood
Cubitum eamus?
I was surrounded by green landscapes. The leaves' and trees' color matched with my flowy skirt. My mustardish skirt danced with the breeze, a graceful waltz under the blinding light of my usual guest. This guest has always been there with me. Specifically every Sunday. And peculiarly its light gets stronger and brighter everytime that I appear in its presence. It's really strange. Perhaps, Zeus is content when seeing me, and his only way to contact me is by increasing the brightness of his Sun. Nonetheless, I'm thankful of it.
I could feel the warm breeze timidly touching my bare arms and uncovered shoulders. It was such a hair-raising feeling that it bizarrely made me slowly close my eyes while enjoying that docile embrace.
The crunch of grass under boots made my eyes slam open. That crunch of boots on dew-kissed ground resonates - a rythmic dance between man and nature. Each step, a whispered promise of connection, as if the meadow itself aknowledged his presence.
I turned around. There stopped a gigantic man. He was so majestic that I nearly stopped breathing. There was no oxygen enough for me. The nature was taking it from me.
Despite this, I continued looking at him. I didn't dare to say a thing. No voice could get out of my mouth.
I was so mesmerized by him that I didn't notice he was getting closer and closer to me. I was laying on top of the meadow. Undoubtedly, I was looking like a sloppy little girl and unashamedly I was staying there unmoving.
Surprisingly, he stretched his arm to me. Oh God. What did I think that he was going to do? That, I better not share with you.
"Aventurine. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you..."
I shockingly raised my head. How did he know my name? That I didn't know, nevertheless, I didn't really care. My name softly coming out his fleshy lips ignited a burning heat inside my heart and tiny body. I obviously zoned out and I didn't bother listening to what he was saying.
reading your fav book while getting stuffed full of cum is good for the soul
subah subah baarish hone lag gyi sardi lag rhi yaar...🌧️
pta nhi kyu mujhe aajkal real life logo se irritations si hoti hai....
Listening music while cooking is a different feeling...😌
headphones lagao kitchen me ghus jao...😌🎶🎧
Subject: #SoulFood! Topic: HAVE YOU BEEN SAVED OR DECEIVED?! Large number of people sincerely #believe they have been #saved, but they are #deceived. #God tells us that many will come in #TheLastDay saying to Him, "Lord, Lord, have we not #prophesied in #ThyName, done many #wonderfulworks?" (Matt. 7:22). There will be #falseprophets, and #preachers, and #churchworkers, and many other #professingchristians, who actually believed they were saved and doing #Godswork, who will #hear God say #untothem, "I never knew you; depart from me, ye that work #iniquity" (Matt. 7:23). So, #myfriend, you can be deceived about this #matter of your #salvation. You may say, "I know I am saved because I feel like I am." #Youcan be #mistaken in #feeling. Only when feeling is in line with #GodsWord is it the right feeling. #Satan can give #you a feeling which may #satisfy your #understanding, but still it would be false. "But, you say I believe I'm saved. Well, you may be, but you can be mistaken in your belief, too. Only when #faith is in line with God's Word is it #right, not just seem to be right. Satan is the great deceiver. He is out to give you faith and experience which seem to be exactly those which God gives, but which are actually false. #Countfeit method. Satan has many preachers, who themselves are deceived, and who #sincerely believe they are preaching the #truth of God. They mean #well, but they have not followed closely the #Word of God. Thus they may, in their preaching, deceive many. You may be one of those who have conscientiously followed #whatyouheard, and #feltsomething which you took to be the #truesalvation, but you may be deceived. THE FOLLOWIN STUDY IS TO HELP YOU SEE THE TRUTH. SO STAY PLUGGED IN FOR THE NEXT FOUR INSTALLMENTS TO TRULY KNOW IF "YOU HAVE BEEN SAVED OR DECEIVED!" https://www.instagram.com/p/BoTTg6hAIJa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=j5nmufm0kra5
Every journey was unique in its own way. Some were full of emerald green jungles smelled mostly of acidic rain and fresh air. Some were full of wooden ships in sapphire and turquoise water filled with all kinds of extraordinary species. Some were full of laughter, zealous, and lively intelligent minds. Discovering island by island.
A Short Unedited Entry
10.11
It is currently 01:05 on what is now a Tuesday morning. In just six short hours, I will hear the familiar ring of my alarm telling me to rise for what I presume will be a familiar day, but I can only hope it will be anything but familiar. Nothing important is happening tomorrow. I will get out of bed before I realize I am too tired, to which I will probably fall back asleep until I realize what I have done. I will quickly make myself presentable and brush my teeth to white perfection before descending the stairs that creak with each subtle movement. I will open the garage and ride my bike up a hill that leads to a hill that leads to a curved slope, which is really just another hill. But as I ride each hill I will try and look at each and every one differently. I will try to notice the subtle differences I feel as my wheels consistently spin forward atop the never-ending sea of grey. But whom am I kidding. Every hill is the same.
Me tiro do meu sonho, de volta ao real. Ao que é a mente sã. Mas só quero o transparecer, o som do relógio a fluir pelo meu ser, sem de fato uma hora pra acabar. E sem nenhum outro tempo pra fuga. Nenhuma outra opção além de enfrentar o que te impede de dormir, ou de ser você.
Me and The Mirror
I was happy. I looked in the mirror, I looked beautiful. I was happier. I was sad, I looked into the mirror, I cried. I looked miserable. I didn't want to, so, I faked a smile and it turned real. I was happy again. I was angry. I looked in the mirror, my ego was hurt. I broke the mirror. Now all I see, are the broken pieces of the world and me. (4.6.19)
how do I live, how do I breathe, when you’re not here I’m suffocating
Nearer my god to thee
