las mujeres tímidas

Tumblr is like my public diary — I post whatever I’m feeling in the moment and reblog things I like or find interesting.

[velvetazuraa]

[rrrrrrrrrrr-rrrrrrrrrrrr]

[zagrebinaa]

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[esperanzaramirez]

If he had whispered on that summer night, please don’t go, I would’ve folded myself back into his arms without a second thought. But I’ve never wanted to linger where my presence felt like a burden. And I knew he’d never say the words I kept hoping for. Youth made me a believer in beautiful lies and wishful dreams.

[8nin]

Sometimes I feel like I’m only meant for myself

[pisces-core]

[pickypicnic]

[alabasteralchemist]

[pollen]

Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"

[rainekeiko]

[saintmarc]

[travelingcolors-deactivated2020]

[haellodee]

Dreaming of Tibet

[erysium]

50 trees I painted one weekend, and a few tiny animations I made yesterday!

[haellodee]

“Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person. It’s just the way they take you to a place where no one else can.”

— Unknown  (via psych-facts)

[haellodee]

“I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening upI stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let goI know nothingbut I am here to learn.”

— Shane Koyczan  (via cultivate-solitude)

[haellodee]

“She was a compulsive pessimist, always looking for the soft brown spot in the fruit, pressing so hard she created it.”

—

Amy Waldman, The Submission

(via haellodee)