@unspookenword:

DAVID ♡ :

real

Jhonex454 :

it's snowing like

✝️•|BMW|•✝️ :

I miss winter.

𖣂GHOST𖣂 :

I'm just dont wanna work 16h in a day any more

vroy__ :

No Caption means something

Yamii :

one day

ケイ :

i'm tired

bob__noun :

jesus_saves :

Even though I walk through the valley of cold to forget you... the silence keeps whispering your name.

44 :

♱ :

real.

できる人は誰でも、しません。 批判できない人。 :

строители реков вы тут?

Zeelp :

silent hill

maksim :

FACUNDO 🃏 :

Real

Ƙvzinnzx_ :

real

amrslnvaaaa 🐈‍⬛ :

Нет, я сказал нет

🪷fay🪷 :

@2️⃣3️⃣⚡️: Why do we fall in love? Out of need? Out of connection? Or simply out of fear of being alone? Sometimes we believe that love is something that just happens, a glance exchanged, a person who appears just when we're most lost, and yes, sometimes it seems like an accident, but other times, we fall in love from a place of emptiness. From a wound, from that broken part that seeks to feel whole, because love doesn't always arrive when we're ready; sometimes it arrives when we need it most, or when we most confuse it with something else. Eric Strome said that love is an art, that it's not enough to feel it; you have to learn to nurture it. It's not just emotion; it's commitment, it's looking at the other person and saying, "My child," not because I need you, but because with you I am more myself. But in this fast-paced world, I turn back. Where everything changes, is discarded, is replaced, we're afraid to love, because to truly love is to take a risk. Sometimes we fall in love with what we feel when we're with someone, because in the end, we don't always love the person we choose. Sometimes we love without wanting to, without understanding, without planning it, and if that love changed you, even if it hurt, maybe it wasn't a mistake, maybe it was just what you needed to grow.

ma :

im tired.

KnightofJc :

Why is it snowing like