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
Every so often I glance at the sky an catch a small ray of hope .. still that's as good as it gets π nothing is real anymore .. it's nearly been that long it'd hard to imagine I once lived such a life of pure bliss
β―οΈ ying/yang pages, chapters, stories
Same feels, different days .. πͺ
I crave a full heart
Hands free from Me π€π ...
Lips to leave imprints
she'll walk through your heart before you've got time to grasp, in that very moment owning your ass
letting you lead she watches your march, reading your steps like her new formed art
running your fastest only to tire no point to hide she'll still see you there even in ur darkest ,I'll give by now she knows me well a fantastic artist
rolling you out tired an sore druged up on her love now sure to withdraw
you hurt from that fall just your own echo on call an those words left sure to play on repeat ,fell so hard that forest of love its so deep
Now to be no more then spiritual love it's still there just flouts silently until it hits vibrations an message bank above
For now thanks I'll send you message each week, it won't be simple no youll have to seek
Later sending a sweet whisper in the breeze, sometimes still kind small things that will put you at eeze
this big beautiful thing called heart its no longer yours now hers to keep, it shall help our link see she'll still visit by dream that's where I've learnt best place to seek
β€ This way, as we bed an wake there next mine her head will still lay
π·that flowers still blooming πΈ
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Deep in the cosmos, you can find me
Skating down the starβs glistening path
Intoxicated from drinking the moon
Ethereal surfing, here is where Iβll be
Soaking my body in a celestial bath
Dropping it low to nebulaβs dark tune
Walata M.
Something like that ...
I never did .. but she did π€
Something like that
βIβm almost never serious, and Iβm always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. Iβm like a collection of paradoxes.β
β Ferdinand de Saussure
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π Just a Bi Bitch, learning to stitch up her HEART π€
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