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13.08.24
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He is a weirdo, wait not exactly a weirdo but still he's or should I say my one and only. He's like a magician in this not so magical disneyland, he thinks that he's a boring person then why do I wait so much just to know what his day was like? Why does everything about him seem interesting to me. I never thought that a random sentence which I would've cringed on would end up making me blush, racing my heart and got me smiling like a fool cause the one who said those words was him. We're miles away yet so close, we are the complete opposites, probably not so suitable for each other,our music taste doesn't matches,I hate how he ends up bringing maths,logic,sports, general knowledge and many more things in our conversations yet I want to know about everything cause the one who's telling me is him, I never thought that I would end up wanting to solve things with someone after a fight, never imagined that I'll say all those cringe stuff, do silly things, pray for your well being,I want to cook for you,feed you, walk hands in hands with you, click lots of pictures with you,stargaze with you,travel with you, build a home together, sometimes get angry at you only sometimes okay? There are so many things I want to do with you so,I guess you'll have to be with me for a long time. I never thought that loving someone would've been this beautiful until I found you. I don't even know how and why I fell in love with you it just happened well I'm glad it did!
A belated farewell
The alley doesn't belong to me anymore, but I belong to it forever; it holds a part of me that will always stay there; if not there, then in my memories, which will not be so clear after a while, but it will be there, and it would feel like home. The familiar smell, excitement to see snowfall, getting drenched in rain without any worries, stargazing, sneaking out just to see a pretty afterglow. I always had a place where I could run back after a tiring day. I'm lucky enough that I got to call it home. I'll surely go back, but I don't want to see the changes. I don't want to feel hostile in my own home. I said goodbye, and all my heart said was to stay, if not forever, then just for a while.
Parting is such a bittersweet feeling, but eventually, we will all part ways from our loved ones, our favorite places, and our feelings. All we will have are nostalgic memories of them. I'm not ready to bid farewell. I guess I would never be, but I have to say goodbye.
Goodbye, my home. You're not calling me back again, but my heart is always waiting to be back. I never knew just a stack of bricks with a few divisions, doors, and windows could be so beautiful. Home is a feeling. Thank you for making me feel like I belong to you. Goodbye until next time.
The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?
© - Shelovesskiez
Heart from my heart!
© - Shelovesskiez
Это Белка. Белке 14 лет, у неё почти нет зубов, но есть крутой нрав и крепкий удар лапой, потому она в кошачьей стае главная))) Белку мы взяли из приюта,, когда ей ещё и года не было. Надеюсь, она давно забыла неблагополучное прошлое. А сейчас она недовольна тем, что я не спешу дать котикам второй ужин 👿
Никогда ещё хойя не давала столько цветов одновременно. Это лето пришлось по душе моим цветам. В основном, конечно, когда появился Петро 😁 Петро - это пневматический пульверизатор. Кнопочку нажал и водишь над цветами, не надо качать мышцы ладоней на брызгалке. По вечерам мы с Петром обходим все растения, и они очень довольны. Хойя цветёт как сумасшедшая, хамедорея, подаренная нам на новоселье и чахнувшая все семь лет, пустилась в рост, даже лысая плеть сингониума, тянувшаяся в кухне над проёмом, обзавелась пучками листьев 🤗
Это Белка, Белка говорит: "С добрым утром" - потому что когда она проснулась - тогда и утро))
Утром хотела фоточку разместить, но успела только пару глотков этого кофе сделать, как работой завалили на весь день. Поэтому к ночи у меня сладенькое - пирог с яблоками и корицей 😋
Мой творческий бардак, кошки и прочий вечерний вайб.
Good night! 🤗
Это мой рабочий процесс. За Белкой клавиатура, кошки вдохновенно спят 😁
Привет таким же полуночникам! 🌛
Воскресенье. Редкий случай, когда я дома. Маленькие бытовые радости:
Кухня, она же центр нашей семейной активности,
Яблочный пирог с корицей (если честно, фото вчерашнее, на сегодня осталось буквально пару кусочков),
Предзакатное солнышко, отражённое окнами нашей секции дома во двор...
Просто хорошо. Пусть немножко ещё побудет это мгновение. ☺️
Пришла, легла щекотала шерстью 😁
А так высоко, потому что на коленях места не хватило 😂
Нашла своё фото 15-летней давности 😄 Это у меня на руках Няша, и так она выглядит теперь:
Ну да, такое же некачественное home photo😅
Но Няша-то хороша, как и все эти годы 💖 Только кошка может выглядеть так мило даже в преклонно-пенсионном возрасте)))
I love this time of the year 😊😊❤️🍓
you are my forever home, baby.
@bloody-knuckles
City Dusk
Midtown, Manhattan
I want to raise a toast
To someone very dear to me
He won't question my actions
And head straight to the battlefield
If my body aches with pain he will bring my medicine and console me
He's the ideal person that I will never be able to become
He is not like the sun
He is more like the ocean and the rain that will dance on you no matter
The depth he carries may seem shallow sometimes
But it is yet at the crucial point in life that he shows his true colours
So I'd pike to raise a toast to my dearest
You have stood in front of me in times of need
You have stood next to me in times joy
And you have stood behind me in times of desperation
May the world be kind to you
As you've been to me
- your little sister
I want to raise a toast
To someone very dear to me
He won't question my actions
And head straight to the battlefield
If my body aches with pain he will bring my medicine and console me
He's the ideal person that I will never be able to become
He is not like the sun
He is more like the ocean and the rain that will dance on you no matter
The depth he carries may seem shallow sometimes
But it is yet at the crucial point in life that he shows his true colours
So I'd pike to raise a toast to my dearest
You have stood in front of me in times of need
You have stood next to me in times joy
And you have stood behind me in times of desperation
May the world be kind to you
As you've been to me
- your little sister