bhxdraa:

[Text ID : who should defend the moon if not poets?]

shi-saa:

𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID: August 15. Wasted day. Spent sleeping and lying down. END ID]

(Source: crimsonkismet, via shisasan)

leonardospoetry:

(via heryearnings)

sippin-on-bichlorine:

love as a death sentence

leigh bardugo // anne with an E // hozier // rupi kaur // holly black // mahmoud darwish

(via ifindyourlackofbooksdisturbing)

metamorphesque:

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[text ID:   Yesterday I advised you not to write me every day, I still hold the same opinion today and it would be very good for both of us, and so I repeat my advice today even more emphatically- only please, Milena, don’t listen to me, and write me every day anyway, it can even be very brief, briefer than today’s letters, just 2 lines, just one, just one word, but if I had to go without them I would suffer terribly.]

(via heryearnings)

aidashakur:

I hope you find so much peace that it becomes impossible to trigger you.

(via heryearnings)

feelingsoftheday:

slow kisses and long hugs are needed.

(via thepersonalquotes)

thepersonalwords:

“There are so many kinds of sadness in this world, and everybody feels the same sadness way too much.”

- Juansen Dizon

—

misscyberfangs-deactivated20230:

Estranged

From the tailor -

That once tailored my pain

Now my spirit moves like winter-

Flowing through summer veins.

weltenwellen:

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

(via heryearnings)

thepersonalwords:

“It’s become very apparent to me that the older you are the less praise you’re going to get. When you’re 3 and you paint a picture outside the lines, they give you gold stars. When you’re 10 and you score a goal, they take you out for ice-cream. But when you’re 17 and struggling to fit in, no one gives you a hug just for making it through the day. And when you’re 23 and pulling long hours at the office, no one asks if you’re alright. And you start to wonder if you are, if there’s a point to any of it. The answer is yes. Because good work, real good work that shapes your character, doesn’t need to be acknowledged. You grow in the silences, in the reflections, in the inhales and exhales that let you know you’ve made it from one moment to the other.”

- Unknown

—

Also, keep your friends who are proud of you for getting up today, who are proud of you simply by just existing

(via heryearnings)

stuck-behind-thoughts:

I was toxic to some, I was a blessing to others. Others I healed, others I hurt. I’m willing to admit that I wasn’t always right.

(via heryearnings)

dirty:

Fall in love with someone who is both your safe place and your biggest adventure.

robinssolitude: