I like to help people and take care of them even they are wrong I like to saving animals too Helping friends And wall talent 💭 💭 💭 💭 💭 💭 💭💭💭☁ 💭🌘💭🌘☁ 💭💭🌸💭☁ ☁☁☁☁ 🎀🎀🎀☁ 💭💭💭💭☁ 🍴 💭🍴💭☁ 💭 📨 ☁📨☁☁
I’m not sure if this will post, but here goes nothing 🙈 if you have nothing good to say pls just move along the next entry 🥺 Ps. I dedicate this song to my rs💕
My Talent and passion is Photography. These are just a select few of my favorites but i have hundreds of thousands of images. Ive been in the field for about 18 years now. Its my true love.
Not sure how to upload a photo.... Hopefully this works.. Otherwise if someone can help me... Lol i have no clude how to add images here. https://m.imgur.com/gallery/Mfoexug
I just realized that with the new forum quoting, it's impossible to help someone with posting their image now. :|
I used to make manips of films back when I was on tumblr if that counts as a talent? they aren’t the best but here’s my entry 🤷🏼♀️
lies & i would post his but he seems to have deleted it so rip oh wait... another submission thread.... does this mean i get to.... 🌚
Ok 3rd times a charm?! The image is still broken even following the load directions... So i guess if this doesnt work im out lol... Cant get the image to actually post here. https://imgur.com/gallery/AXxnWlB
Hi, my talent is writing poetry. This is a poem I wrote recently. I hope you guys like it! After The Fact. The restless insomnia, brought about by these wounds so deep. What's it like to wake up in the morning when at night, I can never sleep.? Im not blaming anyone, I'm just sharing what it feels like to be me. This is my everyday, this is my reality. I'm always busy overworking myself, trying to create a distraction, just to ignore how I feel. My days are a blur, but my nights are painfully real. In my quiet moments, when I try to unwind, the thoughts come crawling in. The unaswered questions, the feelings of unfulfillment, these emotions I've kept locked away within. It's clichéd but I'm stuck like a broken record, listening to this song on replay. It becomes my voice when I'm lost for words and I don't know what to say. My sadness flowing with the melody, slowly drifting away. In the darkness of the night, straight into the light of another day. This is how I stop myself from doing the unthinkable, this is how I cope. Lost in my thoughts, fading from reality, holding on to a dream of hope. When tomorrow comes, I put on my mask, hide my scars, a ghost of who I was before. I'm ready to go again, another day, I face the world once more. Devindra S. Partap