ultimate business, darling

The fucking LAUGH AT THE END

DID HE HAVE TO WORD IT LIKE THAT??????

Если у души есть своя песня/мелодия, то я явно почти всю жизнь заходила в чужие кабинеты и пыталась невпопад подыгрывать людям в чужих оркестрах, пытаясь угадать что они играют, потом наконец расстроилась, сдалась, вернулась в свой кабинет и тут внезапно вошли ко мне с ебейшим сука саксофоном, а также с пианино, гитарой и треугольником

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Not me sending to him a bunch of memes about Kim and Jimmy, including these, and him saying “this is so us”

Мне кажется или бармен там выглядит как батя Нэйта из Эйфории

Потребляю воды эту неделю примерно как дата центр обслуживающий чат джипити

Some men are just so effortlessly slutty and nothing can hide it 😔💕

Broooo….

Bro… this is so funny

Where am I

“Love is nothing but brutal” you’ve read yesterday and got confused It is Even the softest, gentlest kind of love has the ability to turn you inside out, break your bones, rearrange you and wash away half of your life, if you are truly open up to it, if you let it inside where it was always needed. Love is like an endless wave, she has no patience for illusions, lies, masks, but she will never cross a boundary unless it is a life or death. She is caring and gentle, and yet her essence is bigger than anything there is - if you let it inside you accept the fate of the eye of a needle through which the entire universe rushes in the constant stream of power. It fills you endlessly, you are the most abundant eye of a needle there is, because the entropy works for you, always. The human body is a vessel and a channel, always, you just have to open the gate. The intensity is unbelievable, something you could never imagine as possible to handle And yet you too are woven from the steel that the Universe cast, she trusts you to handle what you need and that your body will serve you diligently to pause and swallow. In the lightest of the eyes it looks like a mother feeding her child and worrying when it spits out the porridge. Why is it so hard for you to be nourished here, my child, is this world not to your liking? Is the porridge too hot, too cold? Would you like a fruit? A juice? Something sweet? What stops you from eating when you are so hungry? Let angels wipe your face and try again. Universe trusts that her love won’t ruin anything that should exist. Universe trusts that her love, if brutal, overwhelming and passionate to no end gets only where it was meant to be, where it was invited. The human mind can’t even comprehend what her power is when it happens, it can see shades of towers falling around through the wave, but the world it builds will only be seen when it finishes it’s work and makes itself home. You’ve been a channel to that power yourself many times. Weren’t you scaring humans? Weren’t they overwhelmed even when you knew that if they breathe and be with the intensity - it will settle and pass, leaving a pearl on the shore for them? You know what you are like. By accepting her power you accept yours. The chaos is the future structure. You were never your bones, your skin, your mind, you were never this life, this country, this world. Let them be transformed for your greater good and just be a witness. Come with me to the eye of the storm and breathe.