Coming of age.
Coming of age.
good morning lovelys!! open dm’s to whoever wants to talk and be friends!! ☺️
From 00’s to 20’s
no complexities. Just love.
Just made a painting of my friend. What do you think? ❤️❤️
Okay a friend of me (a mtf) got a huge crush on a straight girl. She always says that she will hate me if I steal her crush BUT if I turn her gay she would be really grateful.
When you text your friend something you’re deeply afraid of talking about and they don’t respond right away and you think you messed up :)
A year ago, someone sent me this.
And that started a friendship that last up until now. Many says I shouldn’t be friends with him because of his past. They discribed him as a negative person and I should not trust him.
I heard a lot, I mean A LOT of bad things about him. But instead of listening, I still trust him with all of my heart. I told them that I should be the one who will decide and I want to know him personally and prove them wrong.
And now, he became one of my trusted friend, one of my go-to person, a listener and someone I can just talk to whenever I want.
He prays for me when I really really had a bad dream.
He cheers me up whenever I am so stressed about work. AND, I can really tell that he so straightforward and I guess that is one of the reason why people can’t understand him well.
But, he is indeed a good person and a good friend. :)
Friends… I’m surrounded by people I know and are friendly with but I have almost no “friends”. I admittedly haven’t tried hard to foster friendships over the years, but I can also say that nobody has tried to foster mine. Single and working hard in my homes social aspects but deep down I know I’ll rarely have my friends over, I’m doing it for the kids.
I was in my very early 20’s (now 48) and my Mother kept telling me that those people I’m chasing all over and calling aren’t my friends and that I should stop calling them and see what happens. Well… 20-30 years later still haven’t talked to some of them…
Sun, picnic, trees ✨
and i wonder,
do i fly by in your mind
as much as the bird that is ever present in mine?
do you think about me before you drift off?
when you dream, dream, dream,
and forget about reality.
- me, i wrote you a poem