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ᴋᴀᴡᴀʜ ɪᴊᴇɴ (ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴠᴏʟᴄᴀɴᴏ) ɪɴᴅᴏɴᴇsɪᴀ
ᴛᴜʀǫᴜᴏɪsᴇ ɪᴄᴇ: ʟᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴀɪᴋᴀʟ-ʀᴜssɪᴀ
sᴜᴘᴇʀᴄᴇʟʟ sᴛᴏʀᴍ
ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ғʟᴀsʜ sᴜɴsᴇᴛ
sɴᴏᴡ ᴄʜɪᴍɴᴇʏ: ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴇʀʙᴜs-ᴀɴᴛᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴀ
sᴋʏ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜ
sᴛʀɪᴘᴇᴅ ɪᴄᴇʙᴇʀɢs:ᴀɴᴛᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴀ
ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀs
sᴀʟᴀʀ ᴅᴇ ᴜʏᴜɴɪ (ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴛ) ʙᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ
ᴍᴀᴇʟsᴛʀᴏᴍ
ᴇʏᴇ ᴏғ sᴀʜᴀʀᴀ:ᴍᴀᴜʀɪᴛᴀɴɪᴀ
ғɪʀᴇ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ
ᴘᴏʀᴏʀᴏᴄᴀ (ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴠᴇ) ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴏɴ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ-ʙʀᴀᴢɪʟ
ᴀᴜʀᴏʀᴀ ʙᴏʀᴇᴀʟɪs
ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇ:ʙᴇʟɪᴢᴇ
ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ ᴇᴜᴄᴀʟʏᴘᴛᴜs ᴛʀᴇᴇs
sᴛᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ:ᴍᴀᴅᴀɢᴀsᴄᴀʀ
ᴄᴀᴛᴀᴛᴜᴍʙᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ (ɴᴇᴠᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴛᴏʀᴍ) ᴠᴇɴᴇᴢᴜᴇʟᴀ
ᴍᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛᴜs ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs
ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ
ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏᴘ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs
ʙɪᴏʟᴜᴍɪɴᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs
ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ɢʟᴏʀʏ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs
ᴠᴏʟᴄᴀɴɪᴄ ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ
ɴᴀᴄʀᴇᴏᴜs ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs
ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs:ᴄʜɪɴᴀ
ʟᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ
My social media feed consists of my depressive state, food, my gayness out of control but to be crystal queer I’m a pan, my anxieties, my undying love for fiction and now I realized I’m kinda a mess. I absolutely love it.
I wouldn’t have it in any other way
Dreaming about you made my mind not to wake up from it.
Too many people are trying to find the right person instead of being the right person
neckkiss (via neckkiss)
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
It’s okay that I am alone. I am free and I get to own my freedom. I admit, it feels lonely sometimes. But, I get to know myself a little better and I get to grow on my own. This is an achievement for me, really. To know and focus my value without someone else’s help.
It came up to my mind when people around me talks about wanting to be in a relationship. I mean, we gotta love ourselves before we love someone else, right?
lito experiencing period symptoms
What’s wrong with me is that one tiny ridicule or taunt could make my tear ducts unleash a waterfall
Exhausted