Mãe Natureza... Deus E Suas Obras... #Namaste ❤️❤️❤️🌹🌹🌹

Close 80% of your eyes and you will see...

Bellas palabras, una traducción poética, ¡realidad humana!👏☺️❤️🌹

“Hasta el alma más pura se siente atraída por la oscuridad”

A gift made from the heart... Namaste, for being my inspiration, fairy...🙏🙏❤️❤️☺️☺️👽👽

Nothing Takes Away from My Head That Woman In Bikini And Sneakers Looks Like The Sonic 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

IG: @bellekafer

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Poor heart

My hearts been aching for quite some time now. I know it’s been well over a year since I was truly happy, and knowing that makes me ache even more. I stand myself before the mirror, slowly strip myself of my shirt and place my fingers to my chest. The ridges of my sternum curl my finger tips back some. With three fingers I dig my nails into my skin. I peel it back and knock at the bone. I do not feel this kind of pain anymore. With my right hand keeping my chest agape, my left hand clasps my heart. When I pull it out I see a mess. “Why do you hurt so much poor heart?” I ask. The heart just kept on beating softly. It was battered though, scarred and bruised. Some were in the shape of family, some were scars in the shape of my first love, others in the shape of old friends. A new bruise, still bright purple, in the shape of one who pretended to be there for me then sabatage me and betray my every ounce of trust. Vulgar words were etched in from past lovers too. “Poor heart there is nothing but damage done to you” I say, and the heart kept beating softly. The heart looked blurry from the tears in my eyes as I held all the hurt I endured in the palm of my hand. “You’re never going to forget are you poor heart?” I stared at the ever beating heart and sighed, “how do you keep going” I wondered, and the heart kept beating softly. I placed the beaten up heart back in my chest, and pressed my skin back together and looked back at my reflection. I knew the heart would keep on going until my cells could not regenerate fast enough to sustain my body, or some freak accident caused me to lose too much blood, or something inside me malfunctioned. The poor heart kept going because it had to. It had no reason not to, despite all the damage, it had to keep going. I have to keep going.

It deserves an Oscar 😄😄😍😍😍

nem todo mundo vai ter o mesmo coração que você, lembre-se de cuidar de si mesmo tanto quanto cuida das pessoas ao seu redor...

Namastê...🙏🙏🙏👽👽👽😎😎😎

Weed👽👽🔥🔥💨💨🍃🍃

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