Jacqueline

"Do not apologize for who you are. You're heart carries more stars than the others could ever comprehend."

[queenofbadlands]

FORGET ME TOO (2020)

[ithinkimafreespirit]

words i thought of when i missed you

What we weren’t But oh, what we were. Late nights, Hushed. Under blankets Hiding. A secret but I would’ve kept it forever I should’ve kept it forever. But I didn’t. I threw it away like you threw your glass when I said I didn’t mean it. I want that I want that wanting That heart-pounding feeling Hands on hands on hearts. Lips on lips on skin. I miss it I think of it I think I’ll drown without it. I want to drown in it Impulses But oh such beautiful impulses. -j.n.

[20somethingandstilllost]

The only thing scarier than telling someone you love them is telling them that you still love them.

Ella Dawson (Romantic Gesturing)

[20somethingandstilllost]

I can’t fake humble just ‘cause your ass is insecure.

Kendrick Lamar (Pride)

[yoursummerdreamz]

[yoursummerdreamz]

[wonder-gadot-deactivated2017121]

Katherine Langford for The Last Magazine (2017).  

[yoursummerdreamz]

[yoursummerdreamz]

[theliteraryjournals]

The night is warm with you.

Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil (via theliteraryjournals)

[i-wildest-dreams]

[i-wildest-dreams]

[heartofsilva]

I took a little journey to the unknown. I come back changed, I can feel it in my bones.

Lord Huron - Meet Me In The Woods (via heartofsilva)

[i-wildest-dreams]

[m-l-rio]

Boredom is different nowadays. It’s about super-saturation, distraction, restlessness. I am often bored but it’s not for lack of options: a thousand TV channels, the bounty of Netflix, countless net radio stations, innumerable unlistened-to albums, unwatched DVDs and unread books, the maze-like archive of YouTube. Today’s boredom is not hungry, a response to deprivation; it is a loss of cultural appetite, in response to the surfeit of claims on your attention and time.

Simon Reynolds, Retromania: Pop Culture’s Addiction to Its Own Past (via m-l-rio)

[ithinkimafreespirit]

words i thought of when i missed you

What we weren’t But oh, what we were. Late nights, Hushed. Under blankets Hiding. A secret but I would’ve kept it forever I should’ve kept it forever. But I didn’t. I threw it away like you threw your glass when I said I didn’t mean it. I want that I want that wanting That heart-pounding feeling Hands on hands on hearts. Lips on lips on skin. I miss it I think of it I think I’ll drown without it. I want to drown in it Impulses But oh such beautiful impulses. -j.n.

[sstoopidd]

Reality is crushing. The world is a wrong-sized shoe.

I’ll Give You The Sun (via sstoopidd)