Emily May

If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.

[heavensghost]

love changes you!

[mistressaccost]

genuinely do NOT want the world to see me because i don’t think that they’d understand

[petaltexturedskies]

Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype

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[cherrybombpussy-deactivated2025]

[cryptid-corpse]

I am beginning to understand that the type of undying love I seek only exists in my day dreams

[pikachutwo]

[daily-deliciousness]

Espresso rolls

[simpleisnewluxury]

[volarei]

[museiums]

artist: ana clerici

[hipster]

Be real with me or just leave me alone.

[remanence-of-love]

[a-laa-mode]

“He smiles at me and, for a split second, it feels like nothing’s changed. Things feel easy again- effortless- as though it’s still just us, just me and him against the world. But reality quickly finds it’s way back in, and I remember that we aren’t what we used to be. This moment has reminded me of what once was, of what I lost, of what I can never have again. And the thing is, it doesn’t make me sad like it would’ve six months ago. The idea of a world without him is one I can handle. Knowing that he’s moved on doesn’t make me feel like the oxygen is being sucked straight out of my lungs. And that smile- the one that used to warm my bones, that used to start a fire in the pit of my gut- doesn’t even tug at a single heartstring. For the first time in a long time, I accept my reality for what it is, for what it has become. For the first time in forever, my heart feels at peace.”

— acceptance: the final stage of letting go // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #109 (via a-laa-mode)

[thepersonalquotes]

[lohver]

[neckkiss]

Tea, please! via weheartit