[weepingwidar]

Jenna Gribbon (American, 1978) - When I Looked at You the Light Changed (2019)

[weepingwidar]

Jenna Gribbon (American, 1978) - When I Looked at You the Light Changed (2019)

[haverst]

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Haverst on Instagram

[danger]

[haverst]

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Haverst on Instagram

[saturdaygrace]

[thorndale-savage]

[elizabethjane]

[sustancy]

[love-personal]

[vaginalice]

[boymiffy]

summer is for loneliness and eating fruit and warm rain at night

[distractful]

[abiding-in-peace]

You’ll never reach a point in your life where everything is solved, all neatly tied up in a bow. That’s the point. There’s no ‘final scene’, only the on-going adventure movie, forever unresolved. You learn to love the mess of your life, its constantly changing nature, its unpredictability. And you stand as the immutable silence in the midst of the storm, the wide open space in which joy and pain, ecstasy and agony, boredom and bliss, can arise and subside like waves in the ocean. There are no problems when you know yourself as the space for it all.

Jeff Foster (via abiding-in-peace)

[silvermoonwritings]

“I hate it when you stop being friends with someone or you break up with someone, because you’re stuck with all this information about them at the back of your mind, like their birthday, or favorite game, or whatever, and even years later these things come up and you’ll think about that person and it’s like. Oh. And it never really stops.”

[for-him-diaries]

How dare the world lead me to you. How dare the world show me the way you smile and the sound of your laughter, when I do not get to be the one who sees and hears the entirety of you. How dare the world show me someone so captivating who I do not get to love.

— 𝐏.𝐆.𝐆

[posttoxic]

“Do you think I can have one more kiss? I’ll find closure on your lips, and then I’ll go. Maybe also one more breakfast, one more lunch, and one more dinner. I’ll be full and happy, and… we can part. But in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time? One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely, as I rest my head on your chest. My hope is if we add up the “one mores”, they will equal a lifetime, and I’ll never have to get to the part where I let you go. But that’s not real, is it? There are no more “one mores.” I met you when everything was new and exciting, and the possibilities of the world seemed endless. And they still are. For you, for me. But not for us. Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn’t just grow apart, we grew up. When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately, sometimes things don’t break, they shatter. But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter. And in those moments, when the pieces of what we were catch the sun, I’ll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it will always be. Because it was us. And we were magic. Forever.”

Someone Great

-via posttoxic