@animeshawnn: Maybe in another lifetime // AnimeShawnn #benandben #lifetime #animation

JAJA :

"Dear boy's. Have your ever loved a girl you can't have?" "If so why love her if you can't have her" Because loving her was never about having her. It was about feeling something real. She stayed in your heart because she touched it once- and some touches echo forever.

Eiluj :

Just opened TikTok after watching gasolina btw

DAVEEEE :

Maybe blue and yellow we're not really meant for each other because blue represents sadness, while yellow symbolizes happiness. But it goes beyond emotions, notice how oil is yellow and water is blue. They don’t mix, no matter how much you try. In a way, it feels like in every universe, yellow and blue are never meant to be together, because they exist as complete opposites.

FlareeMc :

My top 1 Filipino tiktok animator on the list btw besides Wyren and Poltrudeau

YKWIM :

If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation. — Osho

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"How do you grieve for a love that did not even exist?" How do you let go of something that was never clearly yours to begin with? No labels, no promises, no clear beginning, and somehow no clear ending either, just feelings that grew in the spaces between conversations, in the pauses, in the late night thoughts, and in the little things that slowly started to mean far too much. It’s strange, isn’t it? To hurt this deeply over something that was never officially yours. When people ask what happened, you can’t even explain it properly, because what do you even say? That nothing happened, and somehow that nothing ruined you? That there was never an us, but you still found yourself grieving like there was? That’s the cruelest part about an unlabeled connection, there’s no breakup to point at, no final conversation, no ending anyone else can understand, just a quiet distance that slowly turns into silence. And still, it hurts like losing someone you loved with your whole heart. Maybe even more, because there was never any closure, never any certainty, only unanswered questions and the unbearable weight of what could have been. You keep telling yourself they were never yours, that there was never really an us, that you should move on because there was technically nothing to lose, but your heart doesn’t care about technicalities. It only remembers how they made you feel, how someone who never even knew they were becoming your whole world somehow became the hardest person to live without. So now you’re left grieving memories that were never officially memories, grieving a person who was never truly yours, grieving a love that had no name but somehow took up all the space inside your chest. And maybe that’s why it’s so hard to move on, because how do you heal from a wound no one can see? How do you bury something that never even got the chance to live, when it still feels painfully alive inside you? Maybe that’s the saddest kind of love, the kind that never got the chance to exist, but still left behind the deepest kind of pain. Maybe the hardest truth in life is realizing that love doesn’t always mean “meant to be.

shutyoobtchassbro :

"I would choose you in any different lifetime, even if you don't reciprocate my feelings" " you can be the best shade of blue, but you can't never be enough for yellow" "Never mind, I was never yours"

dashi :

may gagawa ba ng until then edit HAHAHAHAHA

uNknOwn :

grief for a love that did not even exist?

🌊🌊🌊 :

"you can be the best shade of blue, but you will never be enough for someone who loves yellow"

jmer :

my single ahh can't relate I've never been into a relationship🥀 nice animation tho it's beautiful❤️❤️❤️

derpydiapers :

mag 1 month nami buwag ayaw boss 😭

Chosoo. :

Hindi talaga pwede ipagsama ang dilaw at asul

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"if you love a flower, don't pick it up" yeah that was what i thought at first, until i realized that you can try to pick it without it dying, so i did, carefully and gently i picked the flower up, including its roots so i could take care of it in my heart, or rather, a pot, after picking it up, i gently took care of it everyday, caring and watering, so the flower bloomed, while staying with me by my side. So you can say, if you love someone you can choose to pick it up and make it your own, or leave it be, however leaving it be can cause regrets, for someone might pick it up and take care of it before you do, so take the risk.

J_nimation :

this is peak animation😭😭

luxin=∆= :

Sometimes, the blue of a steady heart and the yellow of a bright soul are meant to paint a masterpiece together—but in the song of a lifetime, they remain two distinct colors on the same canvas, beautiful and vivid, yet forever side by side without ever truly becoming one."

Feilryn :

Budget increased yayyyyy

juls :

nice animation yah, pati feelings ko napa galaw mo

cy. :

sana walang until then edit, awa nalng jusko

J :

Maybe blue and yellow we're not really meant for each other because blue represents sadness, while yellow symbolizes happiness. But it goes beyond emotions, notice how oil is yellow and water is blue. They don’t mix, no matter how much you try. In a way, it feels like in every universe, yellow and blue are never meant to be together, because they exist as complete opposites.

hnazx :

How do you grieve for a love that did not even exist? How do you let go of something that was never clearly yours to begin with? No labels, no promises, no clear beginning, and somehow no clear ending either, just feelings that grew in the spaces between conversations, in the pauses, in the late night thoughts, and in the little things that slowly started to mean far too much. It’s strange, isn’t it? To hurt this deeply over something that was never officially yours. When people ask what happened, you can’t even explain it properly, because what do you even say? That nothing happened, and somehow that nothing ruined you? That there was never an us, but you still found yourself grieving like there was? That’s the cruelest part about an unlabeled connection, there’s no breakup to point at, no final conversation, no ending anyone else can understand, just a quiet distance that slowly turns into silence. And still, it hurts like losing someone you loved with your whole heart. Maybe even more, because there was never any closure, never any certainty, only unanswered questions and the unbearable weight of what could have been. You keep telling yourself they were never yours, that there was never really an us, that you should move on because there was technically nothing to lose, but your heart doesn’t care about technicalities. It only remembers how they made you feel, how someone who never even knew they were becoming your whole world somehow became the hardest person to live without. So now you’re left grieving memories that were never officially memories, grieving a person who was never truly yours, grieving a love that had no name but somehow took up all the space inside your chest. And maybe that’s why it’s so hard to move on, because how do you heal from a wound no one can see? How do you bury something that never even got the chance to live, when it still feels painfully alive inside you? Maybe that’s the saddest kind of love, the kind that never got the chance to exist, but still left behind the deepest kind of pain.

dreii :

grabeng almusal to

Riana Riz :

Blue and yellow might not be destined to last forever, but there are things their encounter creates, like the colors green and red. When blue and yellow blend well, the best they can produce is green (peace and respect). But if they combine the wrong way, they may end up creating a version of themselves that is far from what they expected, a feeling different from what they intended, hate. Even if those colors and feelings fade, the memories between them will never stop reminding them of the process of blending and the shade of the color it created.

liuvennn :

☆•𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖐•☆ :

I have longed for you from a distance so unreachable, yearning for your warmth every chilling night. ButI know to my self that oil and water will never mix with one another, though I'd still wait for you even if it takes a millenia for us to be even together.