Chew Like You Have A Secret

Suppose it’s just my inner thoughts and feelings here

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[mournfulroses]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1912, featured in Letters To Felice

[mournfulroses]

Charles Baudelaire, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Charles Baudelaire

[remanence-of-love]

[dearlovex3]

Let the next one be the last 🙏

[quoteastic]

My heart is so big that even after you hurt me, I will still try and find the good in you.

[quotefeeling]

“At the end of the day, you can either focus on what’s tearing you apart or what’s holding you together.”

— Unknown

[thehopefulquotes]

“I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.”

— Nina LaCour

[pmamtraveller]

Sit Down and Think by Anna Vindront

[ru1n3r]

i think if i had the option to never have existed i would pick that

[perfectfeelings]

“I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me. Love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.”

— The O.C.

[mirethos]

[catchymemes]

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.

k.b. // unknown

[natsumipocket]

Blue collection by Daniel Romero

[konoko]

[thefckintrashking]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I think I was born to give flowers even if it leaves my garden empty. To give more of myself than I’ll ever get. To offer what blooms in my chest, even when the soil feels barren, even when the petals fall too soon. I give without thought of return, because in the giving, the world feels fuller, even if I stand here, a little less than before.”

— Poem by Lyra Wren