Who The Fuck is Simon

Who The Fuck is Simon

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩۞۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬I had something written here, but i removed it after realising that it would only make you think you knew me. When actually I'm one of those things life cant explain. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩۞۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Male 21 Years OldSouth African living Britain ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩۞۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Swimming Fools (tears)

Just as you dive into a swimming pool the sounds around get much quitter and the water becomes so loud until your head is submerged and you can no longer hear much but can just hear the faint sounds of the water crushing together about you.

The sound of being in a swimming pool comes mind right now, well tonight, right now. Its where I’d like to be. Swimming. To be presice I’d like to be in a deep pool and swimming right near the bottom, where the pressure is. that tight squeezing you get to your lungs and your brain. The only other time i can remember that feeling is after crying really really hard, when your just trying to catch your breath and suddenly you feel the headache caused by a feeling of pressure and the slight difficulty to breath through the snot and tears and arms. strangle I’ve always noticed the arms whether they were mine or those of the comforter.

I’ve been trying to write something lately that might help me understand everything I’ve been feeling. A lot has clouded me from myself. “you’ve lost it mate” its not “it” that is lost its “you”. I’ve been surrounded by so many people that I’ve found it hard to think, clearly anyway. See I’m drinking an emotional punch. the flavour of it all is there but non of the individual ingrediants are easily identifiable. get very quick hits of them every now and again. The bad water dive, thats what I’d name this cocktail, keeping with the theme at hand.

I can’t get out of my mind that about 2 years ago roughly around this time if not a couple of days out I posted something on tumblr, and to this i day i still believe it to be one of the most honest thing I’ve written. Depressing as it may have been it was laced with hope, blind and ignorant hope. memories, love and an attempt at understanding. it seemed quite assured in itself but completely and utterly not knowing. written by a young man who thought it possible to get back what was gone. failer is a serious teacher. when people have prevented you from really failing and you start succeeding at everything and then you fail,it will shock you. insanity is doing something over and over again and expecting a different result. failing to bring her back wasn’t the hard part, its realising that you’re trying to bring back the dead by trying to make them proud and deliver on promises. i thought i had no expectations but i expected to hear what you thought. I needed you to stop me from making some of the decisions i made.

Swimming pools. sometimes you dive so deep and keep swimming believing that your going in the right direction but when you surface you realise you steered so far away that your destination that you now have a different journey on your hands.

support and freedom, its the feeling water gives when you’re submerged in it. you can’t trip and fall in a pool. no silly mistakes

I’ve walked and tripped quite a few times on land, I’d just like to Swim again.

Simon Mokhele

thisisnicolai:

"Mobile Lovers" by Banksy.
I love thiss

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thisisnicolai:

"Mobile Lovers" by Banksy.

I love thiss

Missing you

No words I write can ever say,
How much I miss you every day.
As time goes by the loneliness grows,
How I miss you… nobody knows.
I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
But all I have are memories,
And a photo in a frame.
No one knows my sorrow,
No one sees me weep.
But the love I have for you,
Is in my heart and mine to keep.
I never stopped loving you,
I don’t think I ever will.
Deep inside my heart,
You are with me still.
Heartaches in this world are many,
But mine is worse than any
My heart still aches as I whisper low,
"I need you… and miss you so."
The things we feel so deeply,
Are often the hardest things to say.
But I just can’t keep quiet anymore,
So I’ll tell you anyway,
There is a place in my heart,
That no one else can fill,
I Love You… And I Always Will..
~ Fari ~

Woke up hungover two days in a row, and have the best cure #foodporn #instafood #fullenglish 🍴☕️🍳🍎

Woke up hungover two days in a row, and have the best cure #foodporn #instafood #fullenglish 🍴☕️🍳🍎

kushandwizdom:

Click here for GoodVibes

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kushandwizdom:

Click here for GoodVibes

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wtfissimon:

I thought I understood it, that i could grasp it.

but i didnt, not really, only the smudgeness of it

the pink slippered all containered semi precious eagerness of it.

I didnt realise it would sometimes be more than whole,

that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea,

because its the half that half you in half,

I didnt know, dont know about the inbetween bits,

the gorry bits of you and gorry bits of me.

Rihanna Ft. MeLo-X - Cockiness (The Royal Penis is Clean Mix)

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meloxtra:

Rihanna Ft. MeLo-X - Cockiness (The Royal Penis is Clean Mix)

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wtfissimon:

Lianne La Havas - Forget (Shlohmo Remix)

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jamba:

Good Ones Go (Drake Cover)

(Source: youtube.com)

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wtfissimon:

Marshall Soulful Jones performs “Touchscreen” 

ruoloc:


This is someone dying while having an MRI scan. Before you die, your brain releases tons and tons of endorphins that make you feel a range of emotions. Tragically beautiful.

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ruoloc:

This is someone dying while having an MRI scan. Before you die, your brain releases tons and tons of endorphins that make you feel a range of emotions. Tragically beautiful.

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wtfissimon:

I could live without beyonce, but that voice is ill the harmonies are the only reason i even reblogged this.

(Source: thequeenbey)

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likeafieldmouse:

Willie Doherty