hello, im tired.

i'm Elle.

[vlones-deactivated20210219]

Never apologize for leaving a situation to make yourself happier. your health matters and your happiness is important.

[bimulder-deactivated20250518]

[oldpaintings]

The Studio Wall, 1872 by Adolph von Menzel (German, 1815–1905)

[earthstory]

[humanpersonface]

I clicked sound expecting some tumblr shit where there’s some heavy metal playing or something, but instead it was the sounds of its little hooves clapping against the wet sand as a bird gently cried in the distance and that’s so great.

[wordsnquotes]

I am going to make everything around me beautiful - that will be my life.

Elsie de Wolf (via wordsnquotes)

[lunapalm-deactivated20241008]

[nevver]

A Perfect Day for Bananafish, Ákos Major

[mirandabarnes]

[aura-eden]

René Magritte, The Vengeance, 1939

[dolefuldream]

Ominous clouds in the distance on a sunny day. April 12th, 2016.

[wordsnquotes]

I am both worse and better than you thought.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)

[watchoutforintellect]

I belong exclusively to my neurotic head.

Anne Sexton - from A Self-Portrait in Letters (via watchoutforintellect)

[wnq-writers]

i was 7 when i started making lists inside my head random words plummeting like raindrops on a Saturday evening one two three and a thousand fell like needles but gentler and softer— ice cream, chocolate, a red dress, a new doll and i started writing things i wanted and things i had but never wanted i closed my eyes listened to the soft pitter patter like a lullaby from a mother Thirteen when i knew how to sort the things i like from the things I don’t thirteen when I met a boy with deep brown eyes and lashes that make you stutter I spaced out My hand started writing Friends Lovers Roses Swift Songs about love Love stories Kiss My cheeks flushed from the last word I tore the paper And hid it At the bottom At the farthest corner Hoping no one would find Fifteen And the boy with deep brown eyes cried I stared at him from afar Clutching a note With A handful of “Sorry” And a bit of “Thank you for everything we had” My heart broke a little When he saw me And smiled I stopped making lists about things I love The sound of rain falling— I never heard it again Or maybe I did But it was noise And never music Eighteen Nineteen You came. Twenty You left. There was no music. No raindrops No chocolates Nothing that would make one stutter Only a sting on my chest I suddenly knew what I wanted And learned how I can’t have it. I slowly wrote “You” with closed eyes

retrouvailleset (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I write what I could never say.

rustofstardust  (via wnq-writers)

[phloa]

[vividsuggestion]

Your freckles are tiny constellations, your stretchmarks small galaxies. Tell me, how did you manage to fit the cosmos on your body?

[goldenpaint]

i hope you find someone that matches your capacity to love