ephemeral bloom

Emily | NY

[ashstfu]

every year when summer ends, i understand my own mortality more. i am not built for forever either; i am just another season passing through someone else’s memory.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

just read “to be loved is to be worth the inconvenience” it blew my mind away

[felonwort]

velvet

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals (1897-1909)

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed

[kaalboishakhi-deactivated202505]

i love how we pick up habits and phrases and songs from people we love and it sticks with us for so long it becomes a piece of us making us a museum of all the people we've ever loved

[belamercado]

I wonder if anyone really identifies as the adult they've morphed into. I remember being sixteen and feeling eleven. I remember thinking, how could I be a teenager? I remember finishing high school and thinking, am I grown now? Is this what it feels like? I feel the same as I did before.

–Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead- Emily Austin

[browniefox]

Getting a weird little hobby is actually so important bc it opens your eyes up to the world. You start crocheting or knitting, and now you see scarves and sweaters differently. You try identifying plants, now you’re seeing opposite and alternate leaf pattern. Bird watching? Every chirp draws attention and interest.

Get into weird little hobbies.

[threeamserif]

instagram

[miamlsunshine]

[lezbians]

being an adult is always like i have to go to the store i have to go to the store i have to go to the store

[lvgvcy-deactivated20260523]

worrying is like worshipping the problem

[otabekisautistic]

and brother i’m on my knees

[iambrillyant]

“sometimes you need to repot yourself in a better environment so you can finally grow. just like a plant outgrows its pot, your soul craves a space where it can stretch and thrive. breathing new air, shedding old habits, trusting the changes, finding the right room to bloom.”

— billy chapata

[infpisme]

[389]

Stingwater Jacquard Knit

[free-my-mindd]

People who are meant for you, hear you differently. Stop explaining yourself.

[poetic--elixir]