[rebelwhodoesntknow]

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, now in quarantine

[cigaledebois-deactivated2023091]

You can dance, you can jive, but you can’t go outside

[bigmammallama5]

OOOOOOOHHH see that girl, watch that scene, but through your window screen

[empresspinto]

hey guys, hope your skin is clear and you get a text from someone you like real soon.

also that your lunch tastes good, you find twenty dollars on the ground, and that thing coming up that you were dreading turns out not so bad

[loren-vance]

Passing this good karma

[pocketsofroses]

I reblogged this 3 days ago and my skin got clear and I got a message from a guy who refers to me as queen yesterday. Good karma vibes all around.

[blueastro-deactivated20170311]

ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY AND MY SKIN IS CLEAR AS F NOW

[thesoftestcloud]

met these lovely ladies (they didn’t want my flowers)

[olearypoetry]

“People say things meant to rip you in half, but you hold the power to not turn their words into a knife and cut yourself.”

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (via rupikaurpoems)

[nemfrog]

Fig. 7. Cassiopeia, showing where a new star appeared in the year 1572. Flowers of the sky. 1879.

[tai-korczak]

23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

Source article. Where words came from.

[cashstrappedcooking]

[the-wonder-beards-deactivated20]

[yoursecretgirl]

“Perhaps the worst thing to realise,“ she said, “is that you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought.”

— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #288  (via blossomfully)

[youraveragehermit]

The fact that I am not singing ABBA on a Greek Island wearing a Boho Chic orange skirt, platform heels, and a floppy hat while the world falls in love with me is criminal.

[love-personal]

[oliviadumhan]

my female role model? the t rex from jurassic park. she just screams and eats. that’s a mood babey

[criiller]

I’m always a slut for deep conversations and exploring our feelings at 1am

[normanduenas]

I Thought of a Life that Could Have Been by Norman Duenas

[tordenvejr]

You will always remember, your truth can never slip through your fingers. It’s resting in the seams of who you are, and sooner or later you’re gonna stumble across a pond or a mirror.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I need to be silent for a while. Worlds are forming in my heart.”

— Meister Eckhart, tr. by Daniel Ladinsky, from “Expands His Being,”

[harrv]