“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.”
— Zora Neale Hurston // Their Eyes Were Watching God

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if i look back, i am lost
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
trying on a metaphor
Noah Kahan
Sade Olutola
occasionally subtle

Kiana Khansmith
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Mike Driver

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KIROKAZE
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

pixel skylines
RMH

#extradirty
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@brouv
“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.”
— Zora Neale Hurston // Their Eyes Were Watching God
A pixel fighting ‘google’
always remember that love will always come back to u. in a different form, different person, different hobby, different touch. but in any way, love will always come back.
“Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.
Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.
“Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.
When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “
Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”
-May Benatar, The Pervasiveness of Loss
ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
whenever i post this it works reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet
idk why, but for some reason i find photoshopped pictures of poptart boxes with fake ridiculous, outrageous flavor names to be the funniest freaking thing
like this is hysterical
I’m interested in Frosted Water
Theres a reddit page
Don’t underestimate the power of another human being to lift you to the highest heaven, or cast you to the lowest hell.
Bruce Adler (via wordsnquotes)
“They say only fools fall for you. I was a fool enchanted by those eyes that looked like jewels So I fell Fell until I couldn’t feel my feet on the ground It was a feeling quite like flying High up in the sky even drugs couldn’t bring me down You were my dopamine You were dope I mean I couldn’t sniff smoke or inject you But somehow you got me addicted Scratchin my veins waitin when I’d get my fix It was truly bliss Until you left and dipped So they say fools only fall for you I say it’s better to be a fool & experience the high; that you’d never be able to replicate in a lifetime”
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What is this shell of a body i once called home Transformed and twisted beyond recognition These bonds of uncertainty have shackled me to live a life unworthy Fear, malice, deceit and false hope Like love gained and lost Fluorescent dreams cast ashadow by animus nightmares. The genuity of my adolescence disregarded Like a broken sheath I’ve lost my purpose And now my very essence is pouring out I can’t contain it no longer What am i? Who am i? What am i to become?
On the journey to myself I’ve been so many people.
Indigo Williams (via eearth)
H&M unisex collection
I love this so much
*sips tea*
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be
Unknown (via psych-facts)
Words might be flaccid
But I've heard them as they pierced through my heart,
Entered my soul
Tearing thru the essence of my fabric
Feelings are sometimes plastic
Words are created to express every Action... Or ReAction
What i felt yesterday,
What i feel today,
What i might feel tomorrow...
Inconsistent like sand being molded into glass .
Everything that glitters aint gold...
But with the right pressure they all seem bold
Something...
(Late Night ❄ Induced Thoughts)
(ugly nigga with chapped lips and no job voice) I hate black girls