"I Made A Mistake In What I Did. The Past Few Days, I Didn't Feel Like Myself. I Was Being Brutal And

You might feel insecure about yourself and doubt your abilities but just know that there is one person who is soulfully rooting for you. Don't doubt yourself, you are special and important for someone. you are worthy of being loved. you are worthy of being heard.

just look how rare and beautiful you are !!

This is just so pretty 💕

Hey, can you make a mood board on the name "devi"

Sure Devi

Name moodboard: Devi

heart - shaped scallion found In pho . reblog for good luck & yummy soup 500000 forwver

Examz + Coffee ☕️

This remembers me of him....

You know what sucks? Not only do I constantly want to see you and hug you and talk to you, I constantly want to talk about you to whoever will listen. I want to talk about how I miss you and want to see you. I want to ask people how you’re doing and what you’re up to. It sucks and I hate it.

Aesthetic of the languages on earth : Tamil

Tamil is a Dravidian language spoken by 75 million people over India and Sri Lanka. It is an official language of the Tamul Nadu and Puducherry regions of India, Sri Lanka, and Singapore. It is a recognized minority language of Malaysia and South Africa.

He is the gentleman in my eyes. He is such a kind man, and he rejoices when I get home safely. He is a person who enjoys learning specifics about my day. Someone who looks out for my overall health and wellbeing. Someone who will remind me to get a good night's sleep so I can wake up early on the days of my exams. During my difficult day, he is someone who keeps telling me, "You will rock it." someone who offers me their prayers for a positive day at school. He is not the person I refer to as my lover, but rather as my best friend. I would defend my best buddy from everyone who is against him.

Getting two likes when you share a piece of your writing while that shit post you made at 3am gets 200 notes really is a different kind of pain. We need to reblog each others writing more. Much much more.

I pleaded for more from him-more time to write about him and more days to learn about his passions for people, music and the art-but all he gave me was a bar of chocolate.

How am i supposed to say no?