I hope everyone reading this is doing fine. Even if you're not doing fine, that's okay. We will all get there someday, just hold on a bit more. ♡
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Origami Around
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

if i look back, i am lost
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Today's Document

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noise dept.
we're not kids anymore.
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
EXPECTATIONS

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I hope everyone reading this is doing fine. Even if you're not doing fine, that's okay. We will all get there someday, just hold on a bit more. ♡
— via jitterati
the only comfort i have are my dreams of you
Wherever you are i hope you miss me
Look at me now, i'm crying for you. I miss you so bad n' i hate that i'm the one to blame for it
Please tell me I’m not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.
serena crane, prescription for lilies
I know it is my father's first time on this Earth, too. And I know He had it worse when he was little.
But I was little too.
— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father
You did something for me I couldn’t do for myself. You loved me for who I am.
― William Chapman
Angela Carter, from "The Lady of the House of Love", The Bloody Chamber & Other Stories
From Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another by Jan Heller Levi (via hush-syrup)
Jamie Anderson/Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior
Grief and love are interconnected
Wandavision
𝔊𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔱 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔫
ℑ𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫