Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

Widowed. Mother of 3. StarChild. Waiting on the mothership.

[spacecadettiff]

I really think I’m just going to be sad forever. Maybe I’ll never really be better.

[thireaplays]

Spooky~

[ineedapost-itnote]

[ineedapost-itnote]

I am back from the beyond; I am not fully dead yet.

[c-isnenegro]

[ineedapost-itnote]

I might have Covid so please be prepared to see in influx of posts from me again 😘

[understands]

[recaption]

[destroymylife]

[destroymylife]

[bnmxfld]

“It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.”

— Stephen Chbosky / The Perks of Being a Wallflower

[bnmxfld]

“You can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it.”

— Joseph Mitchell

[bnmxfld]

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

— Emily Brontë

[bnmxfld]

“I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.”

— Ernest Hemingway / Cat in the Rain

[bnmxfld]

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”

— Kait Rokowski

[bnmxfld]

“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”

— E.E. Cummings (via bnmxfld)

[bnmxfld]

“It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer / Everything Is Illuminated