Oh, I’m in trouble…
There is a grown man that comes to the shop and his interest in me grows more obvious everytime he sees me. It’d be easier to deal with if he was like the other men who just said it bluntly or the ones that were to shy to say anything; but this man is both bold and withholding. His eyes and looks tell me what he wants me to know and his public displays of affection in front of my parents show that he should be someone of comfort and trust. Little do they know, he never mentions his intentions verbally but through his body language, he tells me the straight story.
“The music is played with the heart and is felt with the soul”
This is a picture of a brazilian kid who was part of the “cultural group of reggae”, playing his instrument in the funeral of his mentor who saved him from an environment of poverty and crime. He was rescued from the street.
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I enjoy the absence of companionship. I learn to better identify when it is real and I appreciate it more when I have it.
Oh James.
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I enjoy long car rides.
perfect :)
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This is what my mom sang to me when I was down, out, and broken-hearted back in December. I thought I could feel no greater pain. She was right though, I’ve got big things ahead of me and I’m happier than ever.
(Source: whitepaperlyrics, via kushandwizdom)
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I’m really romantic but I refuse to waste it on insignificant people.
