[ambermaitrejean]

[camilleduhamel13]

An ocean made up of tears

“Holding your pain. No matter how blue you are water drops gonna drift on your cold cheek to fill you in. Fragile just like a blue pearl in the sea, the feeling of drowning inside your shell will come slowly. Once you can’t hold in the pain cuz you can’t breath anymore. Your aching pearl heart will form a Tsunami in your anatomy. Solid as that wave every single tears water will spill fiercely until you dry out. After the downpour some of the broken parts of your shell gonna be too hard to repair even if your pearl isn't drowning any longer just a sense of emptiness. ”

[bigsquid]

[marci1900]

[earthunboxed-blog-deactivated20]

Hohenzollern Castle, Germany

[timid]

[moonwhispers]

Night pries open my heart with hands like indigo and a mouth like tenderness. I am overripe with dreams and have forgotten what grief tastes like.

Zoë Lianne, “Overripe” (via moonwhispers)

[qoa]

[lowkeybaddiee-deactivated202109]

[camilleduhamel13]

[theindianbummer]

[sick-thought]

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[synqra]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea - no care how Blue - between your Soul, and you.

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Samuel Bowles featured in The Letters of Emily Dickinson (via soracities)

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

[camilleduhamel13]

[amortizing]

[kiymaliruj-deactivated20201202]