@olfitivi: .

Shinji :

Besides the crushing loneliness I’m fearful of what happens after death

♱𓆩𖤐𓆪🩸🪖サード🪖🪓𓆩𖤐𓆪♱ :

i hate being alone all time.

miome :

today is my birthday

Ayaz :

I HATE DEPRESSION

￴ ￴ ￴￴ ￴ ￴ ￴￴￴　 　  ️ :

Real

￴ :

m puedo desahogar con alguien xfa?

storm :

Estamos muy mal

#. :

deff :

i wish, 2027 stop pmo,bisa bergaul, punya temen banyak:)

nate drake 🇦🇹 :

I had my arms wrapped around her when I took this. I miss the old her.

‧₊˚Sofia :

I wish I have the most happiest friend ever.

Kurxxedt :

What the first two weeks of love bombing feels like..

￴￴ ￴￴ ￴￴￴ ￴￴ ￴￴￴ ￴￴￴￴ ￴￴ ￴ :

La expansión de dominio de Ryu

🥀DÅNÍÈL😔 :

me rechazaron de nuevo porque mi corazón es tan fragil

gømes :

pov:1 january 2026

𝙽𝚘𝚊’𖣂 :

real

⭐🪽 :

I’ve been thinking about whether I should send this at all, and honestly, I’m still not sure. But there are things I’ve been carrying for so long that I don’t want to leave unsaid. I know things between us aren’t what they used to be. I know we’ve both been through a lot, and I know there are reasons why things ended up the way they did. I’m not writing this to argue with those reasons or pretend that the hurt never happened. I’m writing this because I want to be honest. Even after everything, a part of me still wants us. Not the version of us that struggled with misunderstandings, fear, and mistakes. Not the version of us that kept getting hurt. I mean a better version of us—one that learns from everything that happened instead of repeating it. Over the past months, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my actions and the ways I handled things. There are moments I regret. There are things I wish I had understood sooner. There are times I wish I had listened more, reacted less, and appreciated what we had while I still had it. I can’t change the past, and I know saying sorry a hundred times won’t rewrite it. But if there’s one thing I want you to know, it’s that what we had mattered to me more than I ever properly expressed. You mattered to me. You still do. I know I can’t ask you to feel the same way. Feelings don’t work like that. I know I can’t send one message and suddenly fix everything that happened between us. But if I never told you this, I think I’d regret it. If there’s even the smallest part of you that has ever wondered whether we could try again someday, I want you to know that I’d be willing to take that chance. Not because I think everything would magically become perfect. Not because I think love alone solves every problem. But because despite everything, I still believe what we had was worth fighting for. I’m not asking for an answer right now. I’m not asking you to make a decision because of this message. I’m not asking you to carry the weight of my feelings. I just wanted to be honest about where my heart is. Maybe things stay exactly as they are. Maybe life takes us in different directions.

Iqbal ragebait :

name song?