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#A Broken Heart.. #Follow 👇👇 @your_thoughts_my_quotes . . . . . # Motivational💪 #Emotional😢 # Heartbroken💔 #Relatable #Loveable💜 #Stories #Verses #Like_for_Like #Follow_for_Follow✌👍

Я видел девушку за инструментом Она играла как в последний раз О ней ходили по селу легенды Летели гадкие осколки фраз. Но на меня она смотрела одиноко Глазами милого щенка Мое волненье перед ней не ново Признаться, я ее любил издалека. Любил тот чудный шерстяной платок Копну волос стремящихся по ветру А запах свежих лиственных лесов Мне напоминали лето. Но к ней ни на версту не подойти Так и остался тенью беглой Пытался я смущенно отойти Но возвращался к музыке и к свету. Апрель, 2016 год. -------------------------- Друзья, все мои стихи, можно почитать на сайтах: http://www.stihi.ru/avtor/jonetvv И http://vk.com/vladislavvoevodin #poetry #Москва #books #book #read #instagramanet #reading #reader #page #pages #paper #instagood #kindle #nook #library #author #bestoftheday #bookworm #readinglist #love #photooftheday #imagine #plot #climax #story #literature #literate #stories #words #text

READ CAPTION: To the Saviour in Heaven, I am sorry I am not your idle child,I am sorry that I keep letting you down,I am sorry that I broke all of those sacred vows,rules and restrictions,I am truly sorry.I know I am going to Hell and I am terrified!!! I have lost my way and it's not like I can't find it back,I know how but I am scared that I am not welcomed anymore.They say that you are the most merciful and the great forgiver but I am afraid that I don't stand in your line anymore,even in the bottom.I don't know if I was pushed away or pushed myself away. These lonely nights and scary skies bring a sick feeling along with it that sometimes I find myself gaping for air,tearing my skin till it bleeds and the chunks fall down,with my eyes wide open almost bulging out and feeling the soul leave my mouth. And when I heave a relieved sigh,waiting for peace..it strikes me hard that I fall back,experiancing my ribs literally bend to take my tortured soul back in.But the most cruel fear that made me go mad and almost killing myself was not feeling your presence next to me,not feeling it at all. I am begging you,even if it's my mistake,I ask you,I beg you.Don't leave me like others did.It's my last cry for help,before darkness engulfs me please save me!! With nothing to offer, The astrayed child. #wordporn #wordgasm #writersofinstagram #writingsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poetry #cryforhelp #literature #silverlining #silverleafpoetry #poetryclub #L #writingsociety #writings #musings #stories #lettertogod #lostchild #amateur #instapost #saveme #darkthoughts

I sat at the shoreline, near the heart of folklore and legend. They chased “the kid” like he was the wind - he disappeared like it too. #vscocam #vsco #poetry #stories #spokenword #poem #whitesandsnationalmonument #newmexico

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My Grandpa Story. My Grandfather MDS(Md.Dastagir Sab) was a gentleman. He was always well groomed. When I say always, which means always. My cousin's would second that. He would wear a white pajama, a crisp full sleeves kurta, a white Roman dial HMT watch, a well polished 10 size Bata Ambassador shoes, an eye glasses and a topi. That was his style. Nothing would go here and there. I have polished his shoes, I have pressed his kurta, I have given key to his HMT watch because it would to run on keys and not battery. I think i have imbibed and inculcated most of his sense of style and grooming skills. I couldn't attend his Funeral in 2008 because I was in Udaipur while I had my first Job. I have many memories of him. He would get up at 8am always. He would say one should start his day on time and the rest will follow. He had 5 daughters and a son. He was well known in Shikapura for his famous MDS cycle shop. He gradually went into to debt by the time all his daughter's got married and settled. During 1985-1995 most people started using scooters and bikes, hence the sales of the cycle dropped. I was born at his house and not in the hospital. Hence this house is very close to my heart. I have played so much here with my sister and cousins. This post is dedicated to my NANA, covering his cycle shop and his house. He was an amazing Grandpa. Miss you NANA. #grandpa #stories #memories #shikaripura