Enjoy! 🙂-My blog turns into a ballerina tumblr when you go under my blog’s tag ballet, and turns into a strawberry tumblr when you do the tag strawberry, a tea tumblr under the tag teacup, and a foods tumblr under the tag sweets! I might just be easily entertained, but I think it’s so neat …
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elsewhere in wilderness.: Is it bad that I don’t really mind being called pet names by…
elsewhere in wilderness.: Is it bad that I don’t really mind being called pet names by… danseboheme: Is it bad that I don’t really mind being called pet names by strangers? Even male strangers, bus drivers, waiters, that sort of thing. I’d hate to live in an impersonal world. I can understand why it bothers …
I mute my personality when I’m around people in fear of being unliked. How tragic.
End of A Date by ~HislilAngel247 I feel like crying. As the song played I began to think of you. And how you put me on your back that morning we traveled to Gordon Moore Park. It was wonderful. We’d stayed up all night on the phone together, and it was morning. Just early morning …
I love this site. I was in such a bad place awhile ago. So unhappy… but within moments of switching on some music and going through my dash, I found myself lost in photography, art, humor & truth. Tumblr’s like an oasis or museum that displays exhibits that are tailored to interest you.
Does anybody happen to know where I can find a beautiful (but affordable) flower chain headband? The only ones I can come across are like $30-$100 bucks, which is too rich for my blood at the moment, at least for a headband.
Longing for one…
It’s alright because we’re all suffering to some degree.
But there’s so much more that comes to mind than just words. There are images, scenes, longstanding battles. Thunderous, blissful, heart-weakening trots of handsome horses as the earth shatters beneath their hooves. I watch with furrowed brow in awe and disgust as the battles unfold. The clang of swords sheathes against themselves as hearty men …
Falling Petals
“Are there any hard feelings?” No. There are only the live ones that are starting to wither away inside of me. They are slowly dying. Are there any hard feelings? No. Just dead ones. Let those petals fall… How sharply ones words can cut. But i’m not bitter. I wish her nothing but the best. …