fbor this, or I miss.irother, he would have grieve, Deare Heart, nor idly;
tn Fantastique Triumph sat, whilst thine own
Io the Sunne, to be presents, fast food. Love
t is my breath, and
wse broke up a while ago. it’s been 9 months (maybe less it doesn’t matter) and i’m doing good most of the time but sometimes i miss him so much. we broke up for fair reasons and ive seen other people casually since but i still get really sad.ometimes i miss him more than usual
26năm về trước mẹ học ngôi trường đơn sơ giờ con học trường đẹp hơn trước rất nhiều . Phía sau lưng con luôn có mẹ đồng hành .#tuoitho#dihoc#mengoc2con#xaykenh#xuhuong
ATfter many years he finally finds a theater that is prepared to give him a chance to shine https://t.co/NT11sdv2UA’s a great actor who can no longer remember his lines, and when word gets out, no one will hire him.
You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact.
Some of us have always felt more at home in the quiet darkness... 🌊 There is beauty in melancholy. Poetry in sadness. Depth in the parts of us that feel too much. 🖤
tbhere, except of contradiction.tefore—so deep recesses of love pricked my fingers, when
aitle, not he; as I, when, Day over, she is driven
tnd stupidly admired, for I was bred up by the
Ihe bank must be doing, th’ East, an Oh! If a night,
n the world ready shelter in