I just played a song I listened to when I was in France this September and straight up cried
Music really does take you places huh
β―οΈ ying/yang pages, chapters, stories
Truth is ...
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Lol when we broke down on side of the road in the out back an had to camp an use your new nice candle had just gotten for Xmas.. next morning had reset full of bugs top to bottom bugs π ππ ππππ
want to fall asleep under the stars(no bugs)
This is a real vibe π€π―π₯
showing severe symptoms of βneeds a kissβ disease
Haha yasss !! π₯π€π―π€π₯
if u have curly hair and someone tells u it would look better straight theyre a liar and a dumb bitch
Gay stuff π€π
Eat it eat, it eat, eat it
Ass ass ass... I'ma titts an ass bitch π€π
3 years ago today you loved me .. πcheers snap memories π π
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Nikki Giovanni, from β[Untitled]β
Unmmmmm for you maybe , pfffft I'm a broken ass gay bitch .. I need an want what I want k π© shhhhhh π€
βYou donβt need people who donβt need you.β
β Unknown
Now that I think of it seems like there was Always 3 versions of yourself ... I hope you learn to find the true best version of yourself an combine the best of you into the one.. Best Version
π I'll always believe in you
Even when you struggle to,even when I'm no longer with you ππ
maybe i will talk to the sea sheβs as angry and as gentle as me
Your my something pretty , only thing is I lost you
pffft to a guy yckkkk ,warghhhh π
Whatever secret scrap book , I really should be ova you like forever ago π
tumblr is my scrapbook, i find something pretty i want to look at later and i glue it to a page . like yesssss you are my little memory forever to look at lovingly
Roses once red now they just dead π₯ πΉ.. whatever π .. she's happy ππ
youβre making playlists you and him will listen to on the road now. iβm nothing if not only in your rearview mirror. enjoy the trip, bitch
Remember when we first met I read you a scene from my head .. you were that Lilie, a closed of bud ready to bloom π· I love that your still blooming an I was such a large part in being that very lake that helped you start opening..
β Adonis, βBodyβ
My own Hands ,hers where never mine
Her hands no longer
With mine perfectly entwine
Hands no longer
Run through my hair
Hands no longer
At a constant forever wacking mine away π
Hands no longer
ever so gently glide down my chest
Her hands
now lay in a man's ..
thats as far as this poem goes ,
Just not Her hands π π
Just a mum an her daughters dog
Like a puzzle piece ... tries to gently place himself both around my body an heart knowing his not quit the fit ,yet will ever so gently ease the pain of not having so