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Not today Justin
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@bemyescapexd
We accept the love we think we deserve.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via quotethatword)
The fact that we are all immortal. That is my answer. The fact that we are born knowing how to haunt. When they ask me about the miracle of being human, this is what I will say. Your chest was the final frontier, the place I explored with a vengeance until I found a space to settle down in and call my own. The fact that we never leave the places we have been, but instead tuck them behind our teeth until we want to remember again. You are every place. You are not a place at all. The fact that I turned myself transparent just to show you where it hurt and how you howled when you saw the gracelessness of everything inside of me. I started disappearing on a Sunday. I pulled a white sheet over my head and hung over you like a responsibility. When you asked me what I was doing, I told you that I was just practicing. Now, darling. Now, we have broken like bone. I am the quiet in the hallway and the drawer in your room where I left a pair of my socks. I am the phone call at 4 a.m that you’ve learned to ignore. I am a phantom imprint in the bed beside you and the miracle of it all is that I could have been anyone’s ghost, but I wanted to be yours. I had to be yours.
Caitlyn Siehl, “Haunting” (via alonesomes)
How do you move on?
You don't. You just live with it everyday and time shall pass, memories turns vague and it would feel like everything was just a dream.
I want to be in bed with her. I’m not talking about fucking then passing out. No. She’s better than that. I’m talking about just laying next to her. Rolling over and finding my way to her body. Holding her tight protecting her from any bad dreams she has. Finding her hand in mine like an uncontrollable attraction even in our sleep. Kissing her forehead as she lays her head on my chest. Feeling her heart beat as she’s soundly asleep in my arms. Intertwining our bodies in our unconscious states. Just being connected like one. I just want to be in bed with her.
(via 7mxn)
23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain
Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.
Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening
Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.
Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.
Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.
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There is no greater pain or punishment than memory.
Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song (via whitenes-s)
I know I said sunset was my favorite part of day, but that’s only because I’m barely ever awake to see sunrise, and when I actually woke up around 6:30am for once it was pretty amazing, quite possibly prettier than sunset.
twentyonepilots, “Tear In My Heart”
Don’t chase people. Be an example. Attract them. Work hard and be yourself. The people who belong in your life will come find you and stay. Just do your thing.
(via chl0elawrence)