by Agnes Yang ART

@theartofmadeline
The Stonewall Inn

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
noise dept.

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

Kiana Khansmith

bliss lane
Phantogram Three

izzy's playlists!
Show & Tell
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
almost home
Keni
The Bright Sessions
The Bowery Presents
art blog(derogatory)
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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by Agnes Yang ART
Kiss you
I'll never change how this feels, I'll never forget, never lose my grasp, never move on from the love and passion I feel for you. Love never leaves.
I enjoy being told I’m beautiful, who doesn’t ? But if you want to really flatter me, tell me I’m intelligent, tell me I’m thoughtful and kind,tell me I’m genuine. I was given my beauty, but I created who I am.
Amanda M (via wnq-writers)
I am bathed in imagination as the sky is bathed in stars. We glitter mysteriously to others wonderment.
B. E. Barnes (via wnq-writers)
I can’t choose the feelings I want to have, and I don’t know which one is the best. To feel nothing or to feel everything all at once.
vomitingwords (via wnq-writers)
I have a weak heart but strong legs, and that’s why I ran away from you.
insatisfaisant (via wnq-writers)
It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via wordsnquotes)
Tbh I haven't felt this lonely since high school. I really need some friends in this town.
People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.
Thich Nhat Hanh (via dryyoureyes-startbelieving)