trying on a metaphor

oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
dirt enthusiast
we're not kids anymore.
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DEAR READER
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Kiana Khansmith
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Misplaced Lens Cap

Origami Around
Jules of Nature

roma★
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Peter Solarz

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Xuebing Du
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@2sadbutfab
Quem me dera ao menos uma vez, explicar o que ninguém consegue entender.
Legião Urbana. (via se-eu-pudesse)
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
Anne Sexton - from The Truth The Dead Know (via delfiini)
infinityxm
my body isnt a temple my body is a castle with a moat and crocodiles and a dragon who will set you on fire if you touch me
“When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. Because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can’t. That pain just stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. Although it’s just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn’t do a damn thing to fix anything.”
Chase Brooks (via naturaekos)
me: do i give a fuck
depression: no
anxiety: yes
me: fuck
“Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable—your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers—and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you. Children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. Adults are afraid of themselves.”
Richard Siken, Editor’s Pages: Black Telephone (via naturaekos)