send me dead flowers

She smells of daisies; drives me crazy.

[soulmoriii-deactivated20200313]

for you, the moon

[weltenwellen]

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1910-1913

[thewillowandfox]

[gifmovie]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

How am I ever to apologize to myself sufficiently?

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. November 1931 in “Selected Diaries,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[sondber]

[prettypositivity]

i hope that you become filled with so much happiness that it heals every part of you

[fsmallshaw]

[heaping-cup-of-shut-up-deactiva]

[sunsetquotes]

“I can be someone’s and still be my own.”

— Shel Silverstein; The Missing Piece

[thatlinearttho]

[8-bitfiction]

[8-bitfiction]

[lilgivenchyprincess]

[mohammed1j-deactivated20231114]

[leholidaymagazine-deactivated20]

[ughmatthewhealy]

photo by Ken grand-pierre

this is art