“Sometimes people stop loving you. And that’s the kind of darkness that never gets fixed, no matter how many moons rise again.”
— Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls
DEAR READER
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
tumblr dot com

roma★

ellievsbear
Keni
No title available
Cosmic Funnies
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

No title available
cherry valley forever
trying on a metaphor
NASA

No title available
YOU ARE THE REASON
Peter Solarz

Love Begins

JBB: An Artblog!
h
Show & Tell

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
@another-worlds
“Sometimes people stop loving you. And that’s the kind of darkness that never gets fixed, no matter how many moons rise again.”
— Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls
most of my life is just me saying too much and feeling embarrassed about it
“Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.”
— Maya Angelou
I miss you but this isn’t what I want anymore
“Close some doors today. Not because of pride, incapacity, or arrogance, but simply because they lead you nowhere.”
— Paulo Coelho
Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care.
Unknown (via perfectquote)
Cockburn Street, Edinburgh.
You ever have those days where you don't feel important enough to people anymore? Like you know people are going to leave you and you just know that you are going to be forgotten so you just let them forget you? You're tired of fighting for a place in someone's life. You just let go and let them become apart of your past. Yeah, I am used to that feeling.
nobody is irrelevant. nobody is invisible. your neighbors know your name and see you set off to school or work or the backyard everyday, sometimes with a spring in your step and sometimes with hunched over shoulders. there was this one time some stranger pointed you out to their friends and said “that’s the haircut I want” or “I have that shirt, too” or “they go to my school”. someone has admired the way you carry yourself or gave a presentation or even the way you’re so polite when you first meet a person. you’ve made comments or jokes that have stuck in minds of overhearers and eavesdroppers. when old classmates of yours think back to kindergarten or fourth grade or sophomore year they remember you and have an opinion of you. you’ve made recommendations of songs and restaurants and even cookie brands and actually introduced people to their all-time favorites. the cashier at the grocery store knows exactly what laundry detergent your household uses, or even if you don’t do your laundry at all.
you can never be irrelevant. there’s pieces of you everywhere, in a dozen lives, in a hundred dreams, in a million memories. maybe it’s true that you don’t have any friends, and you have a sucky relationship with your family or no family at all and no-one ever checks up on you, and you’re really very lonely, but that doesn’t determine your worth. you do. and so do the billions of small attributions you’ve already made to the world, both long-term and short-term. so thank you.
“I don’t deserve you but god, I want to. I want to spend the rest of my life trying to deserve you.”
— (via gwavyyy)
“Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.”
— Sylvia Plath
“We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.”
— Anthony Hopkins
“How long have you been holding those words in your head, hoping to use them?”
— John Locke