Den

only a crack in this castle of glass

[descentts]

[aaashleylove-deactivated2017032]

I’m hella chill but have hella anxiety too

[itsmyecho]

[prollyright-deactivated20260122]

Finding someone who thinks you’re interesting enough to talk to you every day, whether they’re a friend or a lover, is one of the best feelings ever.

[thegoodvybe]

[thegoodvybe]

[paradiseisnowhere]

MeP in via micheli, Firenze

[thegoodvybe]

[olderboy-aesthethic]

[yroxis-original]

Personality:I DON’T GIVE A FUCK

Anxiety: I do

[thegoodvybe]

[skull-heads]

🥀

[neaarty]

[lydiafout]

“See, although we love that there’s no school, and that we have an endless amount of days, or so it seems to spend in the baking sun, and the sound of the ice cream truck rolling down our streets, and the summer loves we develop, and the fresh fruits that are finally in season, and the crash the tide brings into our sand filled toes, and the nights that the morning crept up on us out of the blue, and the amusement parks we go to in seek for a thrill, and the perfect ice cold glass of homemade lemonade mom makes, and the flaming magentas, crisp blues, and bright nectarines we see in the sky throughout the day, and the nights where it was too hot for the day to have time to cool off, so we sleep over the covers,and the laughs and smiles we share under a lantern light at the campground, and the sun that absorbs our skin and leaves gentle kisses. These aspects of the beautiful season make it so wonderful, but it is not what makes us fall in love with summer. The truth about summer is we love it, because we feel alive. We feel the blood rushing through our veins and for the first time since early September, we remember how to breathe. We remember how to live. Love, the teenagers.”

— -the truth about summer

[perrfectly]

[obsidian-viper]

Concerts are where you realize how fucking beautiful it is to be alive in this world.

Cit.

[i-have-losing-my-heart]

In the sea of desks there’s talk of bags and games

and long pipes that leak dreams with strike of a match

and there’s a loudness to the whispers I hear

Whispers shouldn’t be that loud, should they?

There’s a girl over there who everyones knows

And men without ears who will stand by the door for a price

In long hallways,

there are angry mobs

of dwarves and rats

and one single angel