I will handle your fragilities with care; replace the seeds of sorrow - and plant a garden full of roses out of you. That is how I plan on loving you.
-Mehad
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I will handle your fragilities with care; replace the seeds of sorrow - and plant a garden full of roses out of you. That is how I plan on loving you.
-Mehad
auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"
i had to explain to my mom who Sappho was just now... it's so beautiful to teach people new things
cassini huygens (1997-2017)
you taught me lessons unlettered by life although it letters me to a point of dryness where nothing remains but an abyss of spiraling thoughts and a flowing river
an abyss hanging onto life by a Fibonacci sequence, yet nothing is ever linear.
-Mehad
missing tbilisi a little too much 🌱
I'm what the poets preach "a mess, a muse, a moon."
THE moment
I was always the curious child—drawn to Greek myths, the stars, and the hidden sciences of the soul. By thirteen I had mastered astrology and tarot; by sixteen I was immersed in Kabbalah, philosophy, and literature from Byron to Charles Baudelaire. My path led me into the occult—Lévi, sacred geometry, and the symbols of power.
I grew into an enlightened woman, rich with knowledge, yet all they could call me was a “witch.” The truth is, intelligence terrifies the narrow-minded. When they can’t confine you to their little boxes, they invent false images—because they know they will never measure up to even a fraction of your light.
With that being said, to be called a witch is no insult, it is a coronation. my brilliance is acknowledged, even in their fear.
lucky to have a body that lets me access it completely lucky to have a mind that is expansive lucky to have a heart that is full lucky to learn that life is worth participating in
“fuck you, my child is fine-”
Ma'am, your child is a writer
lilith
lilith was never evil she was just fed up of men always being in control when it came to intimacy & was quickly named as a "villain" becoming an outcast just because she had the guts to rebel against it.
lilith the black moon in astrology is what we call our "shadow self" because it represents our deepest darkest desires that we tend to normally neglect. That is because pursuing that little thing we extremely crave might make us feel scared, paranoid & we could possibly be shamed for it.
for example; if your lilith is in aries, you were probably seeking power and independence from childhood but the people around you always wanted you to be needy/dependent on them. They taught you that wanting your own independence isn't necessarily a good thing when it for sure is.
even if we tried going after it, we find ourselves getting constantly restricted because our mind automatically plays it down and convinces us that it is a stupid idea. That is how lilith felt when people went against her. she lives within all of us. That is why "shadow work" is extremely important & has to be done - it is a form of rebelling against the things that make you unhappy just like lilith did.
(i will never stfu about this)
so comforting to know that i can just leave. i can just go. that is the mere allurement of existence. i can do whatever the fuck i want
as a girl who is literally just a girl i am always yearning. always longing always missing always wearing my heart on my sleeve. always feeling like my heart is on the verge of exploding. the sight of the sun makes me cry. anyway
virginia woolf's 1931 new years resolutions : "to have none. not to be tied. to be free & kindly with myself. sometimes to read, sometimes not to read. to go out, yes—but stay at home in spite of being asked. as for clothes, i think to buy good ones."
youre weirdly obsessed with finding meaning
its ruining me mentally