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What's pure?
That burning sensation in your chest after a huge fight with that person. It matters so much to you that the anger almost consumes you. Your veins are on fire. You feel like slapping that person and say "You idiot, do you have any idea how much I love you? Why do you trouble me so much? Now I will be sad all day."
Happens?
It was easy to fall for you, it was on your eyes
they glimmered like the moon, in the dark skies
Your voice so soothing, like raindrops on the sand
I was drawn to like, a lost ship craves the land
You had a heart that's too soft, a soul that's too pure
and with your hand in my hand, I was just so sure
so don't ask me why I love you, even the gods will fall
you are Panting on the canvas, I am just a rusty wall
Now you know why I love you?❤
So all these time, I thought the
"every morning, wake up and tell yourself that you are beautiful and you will have a great time. Stand in the mirror and say ' I am worth it, and nothing is gonna kill my vibe today. I will grow and glow.' " it was just a motivational talk. But unfortunately no. I did that yesterday. And my day went awesome even tho all the news I heard could bleed your ear. I swear, not exaggerating. Just try it baby. More importantly, make your bed after you wake up. Like always. No matter what. Okay. Always.
Let's leave this world better. Let's make our life matter. Baby.
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I may look normal like this, but if there is a car and a dog coming my way at the same time, I might throw my self to the car. Lol. Ain't no chilling with dogs.
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"As you slowly discover yourself, I will slowly learn about you. And I will try my best to love you properly
"Exactly. Her. She wasn't clumsy or brazen. I bet she was great because she is not me. I am me. The person you loved is her. She is an identity I made up. So she is not me. you loved the game version of me. You probably loved her from head to toe. But I am not her. You know nothing about me. About my feelings, personality, thoughts or preferences. You know nothing. I am so sorry am not her. "She said.
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You went from someone I want to tell my everything to, to someone I regret after telling my everything.
Why can't I let you go?
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It actually takes a small thing to make me smile dear. Nod your head while listening to music and here I am smiling and admiring the view. ☕️