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An early foggy morning in a cabin by the lake, Finland. Sound on ;) (by Milamai)
the day is gonna end anyway and your warm bed will be waiting so you might as well do the hard things and not let them ruin your day
this is unironically how I push myself to do everything I dread
“I knew I’d follow him anywhere. When my sister used to talk about being in love, she said it felt like someone wrapping you inside of them. And that’s what I felt like now, like slowly I was being wrapped inside of him, inside his eyes, inside his voice, inside the way he talked about things.”
— Jaqueline Woodson, If You Come Softly
"هذا العالم الموحش صالح للسكن ما دمت تحبّني".
-يون كالمان ستيفنسن
فنون تطبيقية جامعة ايه؟
Helwan
““When I was twenty-three I began seeing a psychotherapist because I couldn’t bear the idea that, after the end of an affair, all our shared memories might be expunged from the mind of the other, that they might no longer exist outside my own belief they’d happened. I couldn’t accept the possibility of being the only one who would remember everything about those moments as carefully as I tried to remember them. My life, which exists mostly in the memories of the people I’ve known, is deteriorating at the rate of physiological decay. A color, a sensation, the way someone said a single word—soon it will all be gone. In a hundred and fifty years no one alive will ever have known me. Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death.”
— Sarah Manguso, from “Ongoingness” (2015)
هو أنا ينفَع أبعتلَك إزيّك و ترُد عليّا و أنتِ كمان وَحشاني كتير ؟.
You are so cute 🥺♥️
Thank youuu 😊
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance
“You’re a liar,” he says, eyes glittering with fury. “A dirty, mortal liar.”
My heart squeezes when I think about the fact that Cardan was mad that Jude lied about getting out of the camp and getting herself hurt and NOT because he thought she tried to kill him
i think the reason why most relationships don't last is because people forget that love is not always a feeling, it's more of a commitment that you choose to make every day.
even on days when you're just not "feeling it" or when the conversations are going dry, you choose to stick around because you value what you have with that person.
i think that's what love fundamentally is, the question that even if all you're getting is grey skies everyday for months, would you still choose to stay?
a reminder that when you are distancing yourself from people, situations and things that are toxic, but were a great priority in your life in the past, there will be times when you doubt if you could really do it. there will be times when you would want to crawl back to the comfort you had known. it may get lonely. sending love to all those people who are trying their best to hold up the choice to cut off toxic things even when the decision feels so utterly bitter. i want to remind you that there is no shame in missing the person, the situation or that thing, craving the comfort, wishing that things were different. there might even be instances where you fall back to the familiar patterns. and life will continuously show you why it didn't work out, continuously try to remind you that you deserve better. please do not shame yourself for struggling with this love. the lesson cannot be forced. the journey cannot be fast paced. let things flow. i promise you, at the end of this journey there is win, and there is a better future with people and places and things that truly belong to you and that you truly deserve. it can be a very lonely time, and i know that it's gnawing. it is painful. i am sending you lots of love and strength your way ♡
hey. letting go doesn’t mean you don’t love them. letting go doesn’t mean you never cared. letting go doesn’t mean that you don’t wish it would’ve worked out a different way. letting go doesn’t mean you failed. letting go means you’re making yourself top priority. letting go just means getting your peace back. letting go means you’re taking care of you now. letting go doesn’t mean you don’t love them… letting go just means you’re loving yourself more.
“I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days. And thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.”
— Unknown
Being overstimulated is such a weird thing to explain to people. Like "hey sorry, I'm not mad at you and this is nobody's fault and I'm not blaming anyone for it happening, I am aware this is a part of regular everyday life but I am mentally crumbling because There Have Been Things Happening nonstop for 5 hours straight back to back with no breaks, and I really need to sit down in complete silence for like 15-25 minutes, after which I will be completely fine and can proceed as normal. But if I'm not allowed to have that, I will resort to violence."