Macarrones 💖👑 I missed you, Montpellier :) #france

Macarrones 💖👑 I missed you, Montpellier :) #france

Me as endivie #pokemon thx jaydee 💕

Me as endivie #pokemon thx jaydee 💕

traurige bierdosen chillen in der ecke.rote becher laden zum mixen ein.kaputtgetrunkene philosophien. zerfetzte gesprächsfetzen.rastloses konfetti. gefickte herzen?da steht er. schaut einen an.er ist neu. er ist die gier.dreckige liebe. es ist der falsche mann der neben einem aufwacht.aber das gefühl ist richtig. neugierde ist keine sünde.  und glitzer.verdammt viel glitzer. bunter glitzer. die wochenenden können wieder kommen.

traurige bierdosen chillen in der ecke.
rote becher laden zum mixen ein.
kaputtgetrunkene philosophien. 
zerfetzte gesprächsfetzen.
rastloses konfetti.

gefickte herzen?

da steht er. schaut einen an.
er ist neu. er ist die gier.
dreckige liebe.

es ist der falsche mann der neben einem aufwacht.
aber das gefühl ist richtig.

neugierde ist keine sünde. 


und glitzer.
verdammt viel glitzer. bunter glitzer.

die wochenenden können wieder kommen.

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Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your own mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it’s not a place on the map at all, but just a story full of people you meet and places you visit, full of books and films you’ve been to. I might be without country, without nation, but inside me there is still a being that can exist and be free, that can simply say I am without adding a this, or a that, without saying I am Indian, Guyanese, English, or anything else in the world.  “Home isn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It is wherever the people who love you are, whenever you are together. Not a place but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.” home isn’t human, nor is it tangible. rather, it is a part of us. it is every place and every person and every thing that we’ve touched and that has touched us. buildings crumble and people leave but we can always return to our memories. home is my mother’s voice. my dad’s hugs and my sisters’ talking. the theme song of my favorite childhood tv show. it is the sound the wind makes when i stay still and listen to it. the feeling of being with my family. the smell of the trees. everyone says that home is where the heart is. they’ve got it backwards. my heart is where my home is.

Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your own mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it’s not a place on the map at all, but just a story full of people you meet and places you visit, full of books and films you’ve been to. I might be without country, without nation, but inside me there is still a being that can exist and be free, that can simply say I am without adding a this, or a that, without saying I am Indian, Guyanese, English, or anything else in the world. 

“Home isn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It is wherever the people who love you are, whenever you are together. Not a place but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”

home isn’t human, nor is it tangible. rather, it is a part of us. it is every place and every person and every thing that we’ve touched and that has touched us. buildings crumble and people leave but we can always return to our memories. home is my mother’s voice. my dad’s hugs and my sisters’ talking. the theme song of my favorite childhood tv show. it is the sound the wind makes when i stay still and listen to it. the feeling of being with my family. the smell of the trees. everyone says that home is where the heart is. they’ve got it backwards. my heart is where my home is.

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Tea Party at the Shepherd’s

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ooooh, Rooooouliii boy! :)) ♥

ooooh, Rooooouliii boy! :)) ♥

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Mustang, baby. ✨💗

Mustang, baby. ✨💗

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