[abduction]

[odonianpoet]

[verrtically]

“Sometimes people come into your life and you are never the same. Whether they stay or not. Love is not about staying. Sometimes it’s about walking away. Sometimes it is knowing the absolute best for a person, an individual, and knowing where they need to grow. This world is gigantic and breathless, and far too often we box ourselves in, suffocate ourselves by not wandering and not seeing all the truth and beauty in different dimensions, different plains, countries, people. I think once you find yourself, and you must, you then are ready, a perfumed, blossomed heart, for love.”

— Christopher Poindexter (via perrfectly)

[foxeia]

Valera Komarova

[fatefuly]

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

[artsyolivia]

[riggu-deactivated20200703]

[bakwaaas]

there is no unlived life or alternative reality where everything went right…. there is only here and now what are you going to do with it

[theoptia]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970

Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.

[happyheidi]

half asleep, half dreaming.

by louis jean françois lagrenée and paul oxborough.

[girlfictions]

— clarice lispector, the stream of life

[ryebreadgf]

i don’t even want love that bad (vibrating with desire)

[booer]

[birth-of-venusss-deactivated201]

[suedeskins]

[juuventass]