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arctic monkeys - do i wanna know
Sometimes you don’t get what you want, because you deserve better.
A letter to my future self
Hello. It’s been a while.
As I am right now I’m crying over a man who cannot love me.
And I hope you are not.
As I am right now I am lying wide awake hugging my pillow so tight it’s about to tear and cursing every god that’s out there.
And I hope you are not.
I hope that you are happy. And I hope that you still see the good in people. I hope you keep our smile that I hate because the man that loves you is thinking there’s nothing more perfect.
I hope that you can forgive me. We’ve made some dumbass decisions. I hope you’re a lot more mature but still remember how to have fun. Because anyone in your light will see that spark.
As I am now, I feel lost. And you’re probably staring at that map in your hands laughing at us because soon I’m gonna take just that one right turn.
I have a lot of hopes for you. Some I know will come true and others I fear won’t. But I do know one thing. You’re a fighter. No matter what.
So if you can look back at me and laugh, then you’re doing just fine.
Interesting or Happy?
Do you want to be interesting or happy?
Each one has its price because to be interesting, you need to understand that happiness is boring
People are diagnosing themselves with mental disorders to seem more appealing
People only ask how you doing just to hear you say you’re fine because if you told them the truth they would grow comfortable
Your anxiety is a blanket that feels comforting while it suffocates you
The school tells you to tell the bullies to stop but how do you stop yourself from thinking?
If you’re unlucky enough to fall in love the only thing you’ll be able to think about is if they’ll leave
People say self harm and think sad girls and cuts on their arm not about the isolation you put yourself through to avoid uncertainty
God forbid you speak your mind because some people might be afraid of the dark
Do you want to be interesting or happy?
Because to be both, people accuse you of being fake
Like the dolls on the shelf we’re meant to sit down and shut up
We live in a box society that lets us see nothing but the walls it’s confined us in
The drawings on the left are art and pure
But the scribbles on the right wall of graffiti and unclean
Are they both not expressions of oneself, so to say I don’t one is superior is to say that only one individual is allowed to show how they feel
While the other is shunned for being dirty, ugly and unknown
They romanticise mental illness as something that can be fixed by the love of a good man
But they don’t tell you the difference between love and codependence
Do you want to be interesting or happy?
You don’t view happiness as an emotion, more like an abstract concept you have no way of grasping
Your depression is not a feeling, more of a result of feeling nothing
I wish on a star feels about as hopeful as wishing on a star and you could go on a road that took you to nowhere
Don’t say that mental illness can be cured if you just smiled more
That “faking it till you make it” actually works because if it did, you’d be better by now
A whole life spent playing pretend but only being interesting if you fit into the box labelled ‘misfits’
The same box that shapes society
The same box that dictates what you can and cannot do
The very same box that said you are unlovable because you aren’t interesting
Do you want to be interesting or happy?
“If she was a book I would memorise her table of contents. I would read her cover to cover. Hoping to find typos just so we could both have something to work on because aren’t we all unfinished? Don’t we all need editing? Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying that they will tell us we make sense? She will always make sense.
— Rudy Francisco (A Lot Like You)
Inspired by 4am
He makes me want to draw the galaxies I see in his eyes
I want to write poetry about the way his voice feels like all my favourite songs
In every hello there’s an “I missed you” and in every goodbye there’s an unmistakable “I love you”
“Everyone’s fucked up, you just gotta find the thing in life that makes you want to not be...”
9:03am after my morning coffee
Finer Things
Dust, Sand, Ash, Rain
The way your eyes shine when it rains.
The way your laugh makes my heart stop like lightning striking sand, quick and beautiful.
The way the fires would leave our hair smelling of ash.
The way dust settled around us like we were frozen in time, one perfect infinity
How Did The Galaxy Come Up With You?
The gods must have put solar systems in your eyes. Carved your outline from new born stars. Shining so bright sometimes
I can't see what I'm looking at
The gate to the Garden of Eden has seven arches in front of it, each one with a value written on it. If the person walking through them has that specific value they may pass. If not, they die instantly. All other entryways into Eden are blocked by pillars of fire.
This is how you cheated the system.
“To the one who loves her next, She loves cute cliché things. Go have a picnic with her and buy her roses. She is terrified of the dark. Don’t tease her when she has to sleep with the TV on. She likes to plan out dates. Talk to her about where you want to take and the things you want to do with her. She remembers everything. Every text you send her, every picture you take with her, every kiss, every word. Give her great memories. You two will have a song and you better memorize every word, note, and rest in the whole damn song. If she feels like you aren’t paying attention to her, she will poke and bother you until you look at her. Don’t get frustrated. Put down whatever you’re looking at and talk to her. It’s worth it. She loves honesty. Say what’s on your mind and what’s bothering you. She loves to help. She likes to be treated like a princess. Kiss her forehead and tell her nice things. She loves it when you lightly glide your fingertips across her back. And don’t get frustrated when she flinches because it tickles. You will love the things she hates about herself. Make sure she knows you love them. Tell her everyday even if she denies it. Tell her everything you love about her. She is usually the little spoon. Hold her tight and close. But she enjoys being the big spoon every once in a while. Once she loves you, she will love you with everything she has. Don’t take advantage of that. Don’t let her go. Loving her wont be easy but it will be worth it. Losing her will be the most difficult thing you will ever experience. You will never be able to stop thinking about her. Ever.”
— Treat her better than I ever could. (via you-are-the-galaxy-blog)
I reblogged this a while ago... but this is me to a perfect T.
@thelovejournals
Thank you.
I will say thank you, instead of "Fuck. You."
Thank you for pointing out my flaws on the days I felt good about myself.
Thank you for the lies that fed my anxiety on the nights you didn't come home.
Thank you for the lessons you tried to teach me, even though I couldn't seem to get it just right.
Sorry.
I will say sorry instead of "You're wrong."
Sorry for apologising one hundred times instead of just not doing it again.
Sorry for not understanding how to be the perfect person in every situation.
Sorry for the drama I surrounded myself in while I cleaned up your messes.
Sorry that I was such a burden when all I ever did was try to help you. To save you from yourself. Help you make the right decisions. Keep you safe.
Is that not what a girlfriend is meant to do?
Quirk prompt #23
His smile is infectious and his laugh is contagious.
Maybe some prompts with "I loved you. Loved, past tense"?
1) “I loved you. Loved, past tense.”“Maybe when you can look me in the face when you say that, I’ll actually believe you.”
2) “I loved you. Loved, past tense.”“I know,” they said quietly. They sat in an almost comfortable silence, staring into the crackling fireplace. “I know. Thank you, you know. For loving me. For trying.”I just never saw it in time. “Are you going to be okay?”
3) “I loved you. Loved, past tense.” “Can you forgive me? Present or future tense?” “I don’t know.” That one was always in every tense possible.
4) “I loved you. Loved, past tense.” “I love you, present tense.” Their voice shook horribly and they reached out a hand, desperately searching the other’s face for any trace of even warmth. “Future tense, whatever bloody tense you want! Baby, please…” “So for what that love was worth,” they continued cold and dogged. “Don’t make this more difficult for yourself.”
5) “I loved you. Loved, past tense.” “I know. It was really annoying - I’m so glad you got over that.”
A conversation at 3am
"You don't remember any of it?" I asked, trying to hide the tears brimming my eyes. "Baby...I was high. I- you know what I'm like." He said painfully. His arm outstretched and my hand in his, squeezing like he was the only thing keeping me from falling. "What about all that stuff about wanting to marry me? The ring on my finger, the stupid cliché 'honey, I'm home' moments you want?" I pleaded for him to remember. "I'm sorry I said those things. They're not true just yet," he began. But I didn't listen, stuck on the 'yet' part. "I'm still not over her and you and I are just casual..."
After witnessing a death, a young girl falls in love with the Grim Reaper. She becomes a serial killer just to see him more often.
Oh my god I'm in love with this.