[darling-with-no-probs]

[greyveins]

[mauiw0w]

[c3rvida3]

I just traded my neighbour a jar of raw honey for his parakeet’s corpse.

It is also worth noting that the only reason I have so much raw honey is because I made a dress for a beekeeper’s daughter.

And that I need the parakeet bones to make a necklace for the woman who fixed my antique cello.

And that I got the cello as payment for juggling at a child’s birthday party.

When did my life get this weird?

[younger-than-the-soul]

your life is a fucking sidequest

[bled]

[lanafan]

[wnq-writers]

“What is love? Is it an enemy of sadness or a friend of pain?“

Yusha Rizvi (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-anonymous]

Life is about evolving. Don’t stay in a situation that’s not helping you grow mentally, spiritually, and emotionally.

Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)

[theanimalmemes]

One of the best feelings ever is to have someone who respects you, gives u attention and wants you just as bad as you want them.

@sexual-texts (via sexual-texts)

[childmagazine]

[wolftyla]

I don’t need anyone in my life that makes me feel like I’m difficult to love. 

[wnq-writers]

I’ve realised something really important. I only get one life. I will never have another life like this and there will never be another me. Everything I know exists on a tiny rock orbiting a huge ball of gas 93 million miles away, every memory I have or will ever have, every experience will occur on this little planet. Sure in the scale of things I am a mere flicker of consciousness in a vast infinity, insignificant. It took me to dance with death to realise, life is fragile. I am fragile. This is my only life and all I have accomplished is the destruction of it. My body loves me, all it has done is loved me, healed my wounds, fought off diseases, and after everything I have put it through, it still loves me. I need to love it back. Life is a tiny miracle and I need to stop trying to diminish mine.

recidvisms  (via wnq-writers)

[ti-bacio]

In school they teach you how to nourish a body, And they teach you how to nourish your mind. But they never teach you how to nourish your heart or your soul. They never teach you the importance of reading a book, taking a long bath, eating the whole block of chocolate, calling someone on the phone you miss a lot, travel, not working yourself into the ground, not crying over people who don’t matter, splurging on the nice dress, loving yourself. And that’s why we struggle with these things, I think.

Diary Entry // today at 4:34 pm (via gabi-mulder)

[bled]

[t0xicteenx]

[wnq-writers]

A writer’s diet consists of strong coffee, good wine, and memories that have long since past

vintageblossom  (via wnq-writers)

[bled]