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this blog is a museum of my heart
Barcelona, 1902
what I mean when I say I see love in everything
I love going to bed early
rivers and mouantins in guizhou province, china
um guys, I think we need to stop waiting for ‘the right time’ and just start doing the things we want whenever because the right time’s never gonna come, and if we keep waiting it’s just gonna turn into an endless cycle
Polychromatic & Splash of color ( Explored)
Sapna Reddy Photography
2pac's 'all eyez on me' cd packaging, 1996.
propaganda a lot of y’all should fall for:
whispering “thanku” to your tea or coffee before the first sip.
telling your friends you love them when they least expect it. especially then.
googling “what kind of flower blooms twice” at 3 a.m. to feel hopeful again
deleting apps every two weeks and calling it a spiritual reset.
naming your plants like they’re ur friends. apologizing when you forget to water them.
believing ur younger self would still think you’re cool. even on your worst days.
using perfume before bed. for no one. for you.
making eye contact with yourself in the mirror when you cry. giving the pain an audience.
taking selfies when you feel awful. proof you existed even when the light wasn’t flattering :-)
i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever