It Feels Like It Has Always Been This Way But It Is Also Strange To Walk Without Holding Your Hand.

It feels like it has always been this way but it is also strange to walk without holding your hand.

If it was nothing, then why does it feel so heavy?

Suddenly everyone seems unwelcoming and only you have all the answers.

I feel more lost with every passing second and I try to push it away with someone else.

Maybe I overdo it hence all this looks unappealing.

But, in the end, whatever you left behind

Became my everything.

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3 years ago

... and I'll only choose the violin as it dignified my lust over you


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2 years ago

happy pride month peepsiesđź’–

I made a personalized pride flag for myself for pride month

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I thought this was pretty funny

3 years ago

“How many years does it take to forget a minute?”

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3 years ago

Single celled organism dies.

3 years ago

"defend your thesis" why are you attacking my thesis

4 years ago
@potter-art

@potter-art


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1 year ago

sometimes I randomly think about the video of the single celled organism dying and it makes me really sad :'(

4 years ago

This show has given a taste to the daily sorrows, a platform for heartbreaks but where, where do we bury our dear little hearts being constantly pierced with those ice shards?

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dn8Rrj1mV98)

Sherlock narrates his thoughts as he leaves John’s wedding.   Just what was racing through his mind as he left the reception? Hear the sorrow from his own mouth, if you can stand it. 

8 months ago

people have erogenous zones but I have irritable zones. like touch my arm and I'll swat yours away. touch my torso and I'll fucking bite.


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1 year ago

It was November— the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind—songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

L.M Montgomery; Anne of Green Gables

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