— nizariat
trying on a metaphor

oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
dirt enthusiast
we're not kids anymore.
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
DEAR READER
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Kiana Khansmith
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Misplaced Lens Cap

Origami Around
Jules of Nature

roma★
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Peter Solarz

Andulka
Xuebing Du
art blog(derogatory)

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— nizariat
“you’re so sensitive” i was born with a poet’s soul. bitch
“Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite.”
— Unknown
„For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.“
— Tom McNeal, A quote by Tom McNeal
Hell isn’t even close to how I felt when I knew that I was slowly losing you.
Perhaps the fact that I chased a boy who ripped me to shreds says a lot more about me than it did about him.
Michelle K. — Lessons Learned
literally every day i say to myself “wow i’m having a really bad one today” like girl i think this is just your life.
me: it is what it is
my brain: lmao you're sooo gonna cry about it tonight
reblogging ur emotions is better than saying it to other people
“And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.”
— Iain Thomas
half of adulting is basically you trying not to cry
The other half is crying
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Eat”
[Text ID: “I am trying to stop doing / things that don’t make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]
It's always inherited trauma never inherited money.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.]