Weird is my forte

28🎂 "keep your eyes on the sky, you'll never know how it'll change"- unknown

[bandnerd15]

FUCK TRUMP

[cuteness--overload]

[lilydrafts]

Love yourself a little extra right now. You're creating the life of your dreams and you absolutely deserve it. It's about to get magical for you.

[everylittlethingshedoesismagic]

[edenmuses]

what if you loved me back to life

planted flowers in my rotting bones

asked the swallows to sing

to my dying heart

to teach it how to beat again

then you melted away beneath the furnace

of my world that exists in a perennial

misbalance of energies

swirling cosmos' that I can never make sense of

and you saw too many shooting stars

and caught the tail of one,

riding in arcs

far above and away from me

leaving me to wither away, collecting dust

again in an old wooden box

that I never should have opened-

that I never should have let you open.

[daily-spooky]

Pastel colored moths 🌸

[thepersonalquotes]

[logan-alexander]

[logan-alexander]

[daily-reminders-that-ur-enough]

Life may seem impossible but you can make it through. Holding onto hope is not only possible, it is necessary.

[leposepallidedellaluna]

[vacillator-deactivated20250323]

“your body, my choice” i will blow a hole through you with my shotgun

[heylsgowt]

[catchymemes]

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[ishikorokoroishi]

“  Flowers and Plants   ”

Photo by Ishikoro. Japan.

Love & Peace!

[rosavaya]

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

[anarchistmemedistro]

[mentalhealthmemesofficial]

[notthegrouch]

“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.” 

- Vincent van Gogh