[yeesiine]

Being toxic isn't cute. Grow up and learn how to love correctly.

[requiem-on-water]

A Pack Of Gray Wolves, Canis Lupus by Jim And Jamie Dutcher

[whiskyandwonder]

[renamonkalou]

Hiidenportti National Park 📷 Anna-Elina Lahti

[mercury]

[deviika]

Franz Kafka // Unknown

[queertasm]

[perfectquote]

“And I’m trying to learn brave doesn’t always mean building walls and burning people with fire as protection. I’m trying to learn the kind of brave you taught me - pulling down the gates, letting go of control…”

— Sade Andria Zabala, You Make Me Feel Human

[respectthewolf]

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

No, taking that shower, eating that meal, cleaning your space, going on that walk or having that conversation won't cure you, but there's a good chance it'll make you less miserable in the moment - and isn't that a fine goal by itself?

[mayonezli]

[dosesxmimosas]

BIG MOOD: me + you, a cabin in the mountains, sitting in the hot tub, drink in hand, not a care in the world

[sweet-suggestions]

Sometimes "getting better" means it hurts less to get up in the morning. Means it is a bit easier to step into the shower. Means small things make you smile again. This is okay. "Getting better" doesn't have to be giant steps. I'm so proud of you, no matter what.

[castnoanchors]

[parksrway]

idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body. that's why I'm here.

[starpeace]

i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

[starpeace]

this post got over 1000 notes in four hours in case anyone was wondering how we are all doing emotionally

[booksandghosts]

You love him, you do, and here’s the miracle: he loves you too. You are allowed to lick off the colour from his lips to listen to the hymns in his pulse to bask in the sunlight of his voice

You are allowed to have him.

You love each other, you do, and here’s the tragedy: it’s not enough. You are allowed to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out

You are not allowed to save him.

      —

you can love him, but you can’t keep him

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j.p.

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