@materk: #fyp #fy #fyy #viral #humor

benihime17 :

is this real?

JAZMYN :

Looks like humorous to me

Paul Arturo Jimenez :

Koogan :

It’s a boy!

✝️🏈prestonou23✝️🏀 :

How a sea horse is made

lau avalos ♡ :

S4HRI4R🇧🇩 :

What is this Billy

Adoni :

😂

grd my fade :

I cannot see him not with my eyes, at least. My eyes search for shape, for color, for something the world can explain, yet they return empty. And still, I know he is there.Perhaps sight was never the greatest gift we were given. Eyes are faithful only to what stands before them, but the soul recognizes what the eye was never created to comprehend. There are presences too sacred to be confined to form, too immense to be captured by a single glance. He does not announce himself with words or demand attention through spectacle. His existence is felt the way the sea feels the pull of the moon silent, invisible, yet undeniable. The air itself seems to bend around him, as though creation remembers something my mind has forgotten. How does one describe what cannot be touched, measured, or proven? Language reaches for him and falls short, because words were fashioned for things that can be named, while some realities exist beyond the reach of names. The more I seek to explain him, the more I realize he was never meant to be explained. Perhaps that is the nature of the divine: not to be seen, but to be encountered. Not to overwhelm the eyes, but to awaken the heart. For there are beings whose presence is so profound that their absence would be louder than any voice, and whose nearness is known not by vision, but by the quiet certainty they leave upon the soul. Some will spend their lives searching for proof. Others will simply feel his presence and know.

𝓅𝒾𝓅ℯ ℯ𝒹𝒾𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓈 :

humorous

212_landon :

Where is this