S

sin ti nihilismo, en tus brazos numinosidad.

[javipresiva]

yo le daría besitos a cada rinconcito de tu ser

[heavensghost]

You don’t have to belong everywhere (textile home)

[javipresiva]

[javipresiva]

¿Como me invento una razón para poderte llamar?

[javipresiva]

Un amor como el tuyo es como una enfermedad de la que nunca me recuperaré.

[javipresiva]

sueño que sueñas conmigo…

[nevver]

Last light, Mary Mattingly

[thecolorblockcurator]

Monica Rohan

[thunderstruck9]

Monica Rohan (Australian, 1990), Rush, 2014. Oil on board, 50 x 35 cm

[heavensghost]

Words by Chen Chen

[kristina100000]

i have been meaning to reach out to you but the window was open and everything seemed so lovely outside so i forgot.. but i still love you give me just a minute

[dozydawn]

“my heart beats for you”

[javipresiva]

nueve no es más que un número, para los que no saben de amor.

[perfeqt]

“Sometimes you just have to be brave. You have to be strong. Sometimes you just can’t give in to weak thoughts. You have to beat down those devils that get inside your head and try to make you panic. You struggle along, putting one foot a little bit ahead of the other.”

— James Marsden

[natalyajjohnson]

you are never truly alone. i’m here with you every step of the way. when you feel your world is falling apart, i hope you trust that you will be okay. you are being taken care of. you will make it. things are aligning for you. you’re no longer being held down by the stress and worry of what could've been, what is, or what isn't. when you feel like you can't find your way, trust that if you made it through then, you will get through this too. everything that you've gone through is positioning you to be the healed version of you. you’re just becoming.

[krasnoarmeyets-deactivated191907]

the author's barely disguised longing to be a real person

[winelike]

“Think of someone you want to touch whom you cannot touch, someone forbidden. Think of a room where there is nothing except the two of you: still, you cannot touch them. Think of the heat between two hands about to touch, the language that exists in that silence.”

— Chelsea Hodson, from Tonight I’m Someone Else: Essays; “A Simple Woman,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[vodkasucio]

prometo no llamar, pero si contestar, aunque sé que nunca llamaras.