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bola toh sahi hai Sushant Singh Rajput nai
"pyaar mein heshab nhi hota, bas rajhdhnai express chalte hai jis ke kismat Mai berth hote hai ussey toh mil he jate hai up mai nahi toh down mai"

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How do I tell my manager, "My soul is asking for a day off"?
what does your username mean?
Meraki means to do something with soul, basically it means leaving a piece of yourself in what you do
...its all about creativity and love.. So it's goes like find your meraki. A work which have taste of your creativity and soul.
i wonder what the stars and the gods in heaven would say
when we finally start talking to each other.
Would they lean a little closer to the sky,
whispering among themselves,
“Look—after all this silence,
they have found their words.”
Perhaps the constellations would rearrange themselves
just to listen,
and the night would hold its breath
so nothing interrupts the moment.
and somewhere above the quiet world,
a god might smile softly and say,
“So this is what courage looks like—
two souls choosing to speak.”
they injected me with mental illness when i was a baby because they didn't like that i radiated moonlight and had stars inside my eyes. they were jealous of me.

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you are, and i am the worst person in the world but then you are, and i am also the most wonderful person alive, both of us carrying hearts swollen with breath and ruin. thats what being a human is called.
and it is fine that even if you leave curses at my doorstep, i would still open and ask the universe for a kinder life on you, but never tell of it to my friends. i am strong, but not strong enough not to be human, to stop my heart from bruising under the violence i learn in to survive, and to remain forever lost in translation.
but then, honestly, the weight of someone else's judgment was never ours to repair. it does not matter who lost more blood on the two edge of the same knife what matters is that we finally learned how to let it fall. learned to exist without apology, to stay strange and kind-hearted.
but life is also unbearably beautiful. and there will always be people who love you without condition, and there will always be people who love me without reason. the world did not collapse when you, and i were punished for our kindness. you have, and i have lived through ugly chapters we will never read aloud again. none of it should ever rewrite who you are, and who i remain.
and i do hope that you stumble into a life so full, that it leaves you breathless in quiet moments, till your heart hurts with unbearable beauty of the world. and i hope that i never learn how softly it happend, just as you will never learn of mine. let life do us apart, now and in next.
and i do hope
that you stumble
into a life so full
that it leaves you
breathless in quiet moments,
till your heart hurts
with unbearable beauty
of the world.
and i hope that
i never learn
how softly it happend,
just as you will never
learn of mine.
let life do us apart, now and in next.
you are, and i am the worst person in the world but then you are, and i am also the most wonderful person alive, both of us carrying hearts swollen with breath and ruin. thats what being a human is called.
and it is fine that even if you leave curses at my doorstep, i would still open and ask the universe for a kinder life on you, but never tell of it to my friends. i am strong, but not strong enough not to be human, to stop my heart from bruising under the violence i learn in to survive, and to remain forever misheard in translation.
but then, honestly, the weight of someone else's judgment was never ours to repair. it does not matter who lost more blood on the two edge of the same knife what matters is that we finally learned how to let it fall. learned to exist without apology, to stay strange and kind-hearted.
but life is also unbearably beautiful. and there will always be people who love you without condition, and there will always be people who love me without reason. the world did not collapse when you, and i were punished for our kindness. you have, and i have lived through ugly chapters we will never read aloud again. none of it should ever rewrite who you are, and who i remain.
and i do hope that you stumble into a life so full, that it leaves you breathless in quiet moments, till your heart hurts with unbearable beauty of the world. and i hope that i never learn how softly it happend, just as you will never learn of mine. let life do us apart, now and in next.
ladle, tu krta hoga communicate hum toh Hamesha der kar deta hain Jaruri baat kahni ho Koi waada nibhana ho Use awaaz deni ho Use waapas bulana ho
the women of the house are busy
i see them, hear them
humming an old bollywood tone
shuffling around the house
doing their work
it's about eleven am, Monday
no extra ordinary task today
They appear to be extraordinary this morning
mother working in the kitchen for my lunch
my grandmaa ill, coming with a stick
ready to worry about the phone calls, the doorbells
they are also defeated in their own way suppose
but here i lay contemplating sucide
writing this at 24
and there they are
the women of house

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she said ‘i don’t deserve this’ like love was a wound i gave her.
she said “i don’t deserve this”
like love was a punishment
like happiness was a knife she forgot she buried in herself long ago.
you’re bleeding because you never let anyone stitch the parts of you that swore they were unlovable.
you say you don’t deserve this —
but what you mean is:
“i’m not used to softness that doesn’t ask for something in return.”
you mean:
“this is the first time love hasn’t come with a leash.”
you mean:
“i don’t know how to stand in the sunlight without apologizing for the warmth.”
and i wish you’d see it —
you don’t have to earn this.
you just have to let it happen.
let love be the flood that drowns the voice in your head
telling you you’re hard to hold.
you don’t have to be a cathedral
to deserve worship.
you don’t have to be perfect
to be held.
so don’t say you don’t deserve this —
say you’re scared.
say you’re healing.
say you’re learning how to love without running from it.
just don’t hand me your heart like it’s a loaded gun
and expect me not to want to empty it of every lie you believed about yourself.
do you love me?
do you care about me—my soul, my flaws, my quiet days, even when I’m not giving anything back?
or do you love the way i make you feel?
are you in love with the version of yourself that shows up when i’m around? The high, the attention, the comfort, the thrill?
The difference?
"you don't remember what you did for me because you did it fully immersed"
some friends are worth melting for
i love you but my words die out under your clashing waves of hurt that drown me till i no longer can speak any further. till my love you's start to include a 'but', that halt right there.

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she was all spark and fire, and he was calm and steady. she was a dreamer, and he was the realist who never crushed her dreams. she would doubt herself, and he always believed in her. she overthought everything, and he brought her peace of mind. she worried about being misunderstood, and he always listened deeply. she'd say, "i'm too much to handle," and he never let go of her hand. she knew he would stay, and he never left.
i lay still, motionless in my eternal slumber, yet i sense the presence of a tiny intruder. It seeks to drain me of my nonexistent blood. If only i could laugh. If only i could move. But for now, i remain as i am silent, waiting, amused by the absurdity of the night.