hi so take a look at this beauty oof.
i love lotor with short hair so here's this edit dedicated to that lmao. no, this isn't the intro edit but boy i love this way more than the other one smh. brb while i go edit a proper introduction post and come back to you all. i'm actually proud of this one 😤👏 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Thank you for the beautiful messages of love for nan and me. the space you’ve held for me has wrapped me in warmth and given me a great deal of peace. i’m always amazed that we have been able to find each other from every corner of the globe, here in this tiny piece of internet real estate. getting to live bravely alongside you brings so much joy to my life. thank you 💖
And when the gods bring upon us the world’s most tragic ending.
i know i’ll let go of pride; i am going to be done pretending.
i’ll be on my way to see you even if it is for a minute.
as the fire comes i’ll always be at your door wearing my best suit... your smile makes worth it.
it was a surreal feeling: having watched all the movies and television show where the protagonist was trailing the antagonist, she was now living it.
she gripped the seat in front of her tightly and wondered whether in all the movies and television shows, the protagonist ever felt sick.
her cab zipped past the amber light at the traffic junction just so to keep pace with the buses. she closed her eyes to stop herself from screaming. she could feel her cab accelerating and tried to remember if she had bought insurance.
she heard the wail of the police siren and instantly prayed that they would not be stopped by the police. or be thrown into speeding prison.
suddenly the cab slowed down considerably. her eyes popped open and assessed the situation. the buses has turned into an open-air carpark and people were spilling out of the buses like the v***t of a newborn.
josephine knew that it time to put part 2 of her plan into action.
Enjoy from all those little things in life
that are making it worth living.
Fugacious ~ vancouver 2018 collection •
time continues to pass us by,
the years flowing past
with the intensity of water
rushing against rocks,
crashing at the bottom of
spraying rainbows of our youth
and tears of our adulthood