Tumgik
nf-994 · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
5 notes · View notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Text
Sometimes... things don't workout the way you thought they would.
2 notes · View notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
59K notes · View notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
1 note · View note
nf-994 · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
7K notes · View notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
CASA AK / bernardes arquitetura
3K notes · View notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
14K notes · View notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Text
I hate being so sensitive. I hate being able to detect the slightest change in the way people message me, or talk to me, or look at me. I hate overthinking about it for the whole night. I hate when I can feel someone is slowly losing interest in me.
0 notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
December 16, 1930 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977
20K notes · View notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
4K notes · View notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Text
What the fuck is the universe trying to teach me right now
0 notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Text
ناديت والليل جاوبني وبكاني
محدٍ سمعني سوى ليل نزع دمعي
ما غير ليلي من الاحباب واساني
يا ويل من همله ربعه مثل ربعي
ياعازف بالهوى منغومة الحاني
رد المواجع نغم في قلبي وسمعي
غن الغزل ينتعش خفاق ولهاني
واشرب زلال الهوى من كاسي ونبعي ..
ومادام انا حي كل الحب ميداني
وان مت يا حادي الاشواق لك بدعي
4 notes · View notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
If you are not speaking it ,you are storing it that gets heavy,,
0 notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
0 notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
0 notes
nf-994 · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
0 notes