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☆♡🍓(*Strawberry*)🍓♡☆ :

if I was the moon, would you still looks for stars....

🧊ADES🥶FRESH🥶WATER🧊 :

show beautiful 🥹🤩😍🤗🥰💕

szxh.e :

He was the poetry that refused to be written, a silent rhythm that rearranged my entire soul. There are some people who carry a scent so distinct, a presence so grounding, that once they cross your path, every other face in the crowd simply fades into blur. To the world, he was a gentleman of unmatched character a soul raised with a rare, quiet strength that left a trace of my own mist in his stride. I will always be proud of the man he chose to be. He was my sun. Like a sunflower turning blindly toward the light, my eyes fell into his and forgot how to look away. Just the memory of his smile could make me lose my mind with happiness, warming my cheeks into a sudden blush before a single word was ever spoken. I still remember the way the sunlight caught his brown hair on that specific afternoon a shade so beautiful I envisioned it repeating in the futures we used to map out. We built a whole universe in the quiet corners of a city that felt entirely ours. I still daydream about the old benches where my head found a home on his shoulder, the long, soft cuddles, and those strange, beautiful noises we made for absolutely no reason at all. I still hold the recipes we shared the taste of white karahi and red karahi and the silver chain carrying his initial, bought with the quiet hope of a day that never arrived. He once asked me, "What is life?" and that question still echoes in my mind a beautiful riddle we left half solved. People judge too quickly. They look at the surface and walk away, completely blind to the diamonds hidden in the dust. And in the noise of everyone else’s voices, I let the hands of fate slip. I lost him along the road, ending up completely detached from my own sky. I wrote to you once promising always and forever, never knowing how fast everything could stand completely still. But I want you to know this, dear lover: I know you tried your absolute best and I will always always be proud of you. You lost me and I lost you and the difference is a weight we carry alone. It is over now, but the lines of my secret diary still belong to you, and I still know exactly what names I will give to the future.

Cameron :

I like this

𝙽𝚘𝚊’𖣂 :

Beautiful fr

moon :

OMG FİRST

ruby_red4200 :

I asked the real questions here

𝔫𝔶𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔞 :

If you want more calm quiet lifestyle TikToks on your fyp make sure to type a long comment like this one or copy and paste it. I don’t know why but I’ve been so obsessed with peaceful slow living lately. Like quiet mornings, making your bed, opening the windows for fresh air, studying with soft music, journaling, taking care of yourself, cleaning your room, drinking water, and just living gently. There’s something so comforting about calm routines and learning to enjoy simple moments. I love videos of people reading books, cooking peacefully, organizing their space, walking outside with headphones on, sunsets, libraries, cozy outfits, plants, and soft natural lighting. It all feels so healing and refreshing in a way I can’t explain. And also I have a hyperfixation on minimal cozy rooms, warm neutral colors, calm playlists, peaceful cafes, late night studying, quiet friendships, little everyday habits, and overall just soft comforting lifestyles that make everything feel slower, cleaner, and more meaningful.

FearleSS :

stay on this side of tiktok..

Carlos E :

Me parece extraño como aveces la perfección da miedo, dado que siempre hay un error por mas mínimo que este pueda ser

Carlos E :

I find it strange how perfection can sometimes be frightening, given that there's always a mistake, however small it may be.

andres :

me encanta este lado de tiktok…

AM’🇲🇦 :

shelby :

A nap here would fix me

Nadie :

y sin hashtaks😷