ice cream headaches

Sydney, AU. Ig: icecream_headaches //

[wallpaperprintery]

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[lifeinpoetry]

“To love is to unwind the long thread of your heart and, at the end, tie a noose.”

— Sandra Beasley, from “The Minotaur Speaks,” I Was the Jukebox: Poems

[wordsthat-speak]

“I’ll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.”

— Henry Rollins

[okay]

“You might not have been my first love, but you were the love, that made all the other loves irrelevant.”

— Milk and Honey, Rupi Kaur (via avouer)

[lacewings]

@mressentialist

[overfierce]

“Relax wild one. It’s not your job to be everything everyone needs, and you don’t have to be impressive to be loved. Stop trying so hard. Just show up … and be real with the world. That is enough.”

— Brooke Hampton (via perrfectly)

[askyea-poesy]

You are a church of broken glass and hallelujahs. You are haunted like every other holy thing. What tried to destroy you didn't have the strength. Still you stand. Sturdy and smelling of smoke.

Clementine von Radics

[sleepin]

[anxietyproblem]

[transformaciones]

[winterfellis]

[bebemoon]

“Inverness, Capital of the Highlands” by @castlesofscotland on ig .

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[clementinevonradics]

“The grief / of what hasn’t yet happened—”

— Jane Hirshfield, from The Beauty: Poems; “Works and Loves,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[remanence-of-love]

[girlmixedupwithstreet]

“I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.”

— Junot Diaz, This is How Your Lose Her