the girl with the cinderblock garden

[ashstfu]

"are you okay?" no bitch i'm drinking coffee from a wine glass for drama while reading poetry

[4444555666777888999]

I love watching men in physical pain but not in a sadistic way like I hate it but also I love it bc it’s hot. I kind of admire it too actually

[sophie531896273240810891]

i love when you reach for your phone and the person you’re thinking abt texts as soon as u pick it up, or like when you both say the same thing at the same time, or when u say something and someone goes “i knew you were gonna say that” or like when the inverse happens where someone says something that you knew they were gonna say bc you just KNOW them

[r-siken-deactivated20210531]

self-portrait against red wallpaper, richard siken

[definitelydope]

[breakfastburritoe]

do you ever get second hand happiness like someone is happy so you’re happy bc they’re happy

[aesthetics-core]

Acadamia Romance Aesthetics:

Classic: reading your favorite books out loud to each other, blooming red roses, neat notebook full of thoughts and ideas, small unexpected gifts, midday cafe dates, walking under a shared umbrella in the rain, delicate milk chocolate, earl grey and green tea, reading quietly on park benches, plaid patterns

Light: peppermints during study sessions, early morning cuddles, soft sunlight coming through the windows, inspirational messages on sticky notes, string tied on your finger so you don't forget something important, 'i love you' texts during the day, nature soundtracks playing in the background, fruit teas and water, thin framed glasses

Dark: rainy days spent inside snuggling, handwritten love letters on your doorstep, vinyl records playing classical music, borrowing each other's cozy sweaters on chilly days, warming up under knitted blankets, cups of black tea/coffee, late night phone calls, philosophical debates, museum dates, binging crime shows on Netflix

Art: stolen kisses in public, a rainbow after a storm, love poems on beautiful stationary, art museum dates, dried paint on your hands, sketch books filled with drawings, lost in your thoughts, late night talks, coffee with cream, pressed flowers, light refracting through a prism, sun showers, motivational quotes on sticky notes, sunflowers and daisies

Romantic: daydreaming of each other, reading romance novels and poetry, passionate kisses in the dark, breakfast in bed, slow dancing to no music, picnic dates in soft meadows, forehead kisses, lace trim and delicate fabric, reading each others writing, swooning

[skullxcrusher-deactivated201501]

nostalgia is a liar. nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. there’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. don’t trust nostalgia. grieve. reflect. move on.

[somenigerianbelle]

I low key wish I was pretty. Like really pretty. Like gorgeous. The kind of good looks that have everyone wanting to know who you are and where you came from and wondering how you ended up in the same space as them.

[heauxmoney-deactivated20200707]

It’s okay to wake up one day and be a different person. You don’t owe anyone an explanation. You don’t owe anyone anything. Be who you want to be. Every day is a good day to start over.

[ramonameisel]

you write me suicide notes and call them love letters and I keep them close to my heart in a desperate attempt to make you feel the sliver of my love

thoughts #479 | r.m (via rmeisel)

[wildfairy]

You have my permission not to love me. I am a cathedral of dead bolts & I’d rather burn myself down than change the locks.

Rachel McKibbens, found in blud (via angelealowes)

[sonderin]

via pinterest

[poolmoss]

[olivermarys]

Anna Akhmatova, The Guest

[ramonameisel]

I write love letters to Lucifer but all I see is your face

thoughts #473 | r.m (via rmeisel)

[skywitchmaja]

when you’re out at a restaurant or a coffee shop or a target or whatever with your friends and you overhear/eavesdrop the same snippet of some stranger’s conversation, and you look at each other for a second to check that you both heard this stranger say the same weird/funny/baffling thing and just break out in knowing grins and quiet laughter... that’s a love language