dried-flowers in your wallet

i talk the moon about you

[bestiolin]

maarten inghels

[animate-mush]

@sherbertilluminated there's a line somewhere in Ursula Vernon's Digger that goes something like "it is difficult to be metaphysical around the truly geologically minded"

[amarastock]

[…] intimacy is about truth. when you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘you’re safe with me’- that’s intimacy.

psd by @harupsds

[arandomblogforeternity]

“People think intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them and their response is “You’re safe with me”- that’s intimacy.”

[sweetsweethate]

i never been like a fanatic of bands or music in general, i like listen to music but i don´t have like, a favourite genre or something like that but b o y, of monsters and men, their music is something else, i don´t know how to describe it, i feel the urge to stop everything and sing at the top of my lungs

the lyrics are so precious, with such a feeling and passion, even with their  ´´calmer´´ songs, you can feel that something unique is happening

it’s so overwhelming, but in a magnificent way

[queenrojpag]

Ladies Meme: [¼] lgbtq+ ↳ Toni Shalifoe

[mirrball]

Sunday Lover (July, 2019)

[mirrball]

we are so temporary (march, 2020)

i look at you and i know that you will fade with time and we will never be endless lovers.

we'll never be the kind of love that everybody wants, we never said that we love each other, cause we never did and i'll never be your body guard and save you from death, cause we won't even have a life together.

our time its over and i need a mend, cause i am broken since i left you.

[mirrball]

there is a piece of you in the pain of my voice

[tayloralison]

Some day when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around. 

[foreheadtouch]

growth and change

1. reborn: journals and notebooks, susan sontag

2. photograph, laura bee

3. from selected poems, leonard cohen

4. “from my rotting body, flowers shall grow and i am in them, and that is eternity,” edvard munch

5. peaceful transition, tony hoagland

6. painting, charlotte ager

7. letters to a young poet, rainier maria rilke

8. photograph, rimantas dichavičius

9. “poem for a birthday: with burning,” sylvia plath

[library-phantom]

Julie e os Fantasmas - Parallels

01x01 / 01x26

Bonus

[terrilynn88]

Get to Know Me Meme: [7/20 Relationships]: Mark and Lexie (Grey’s Anatomy)

“We’re gonna be so happy, Lex. You and me. We’re gonna have the best life, Lexie. You and me. You can’t die, because we’re supposed to end up together. We are meant to be. I love you.”

[harrystolemyheart]

all set

[mirrball]

im not ok, but im fine enough, because its been a long long time that i stopped to waiting for you in somebody else’s arms. i know it was wrong, but every single day ive waited for you, its kinda dumb, but i dreamed that you come back in a blink of an eye, but you didnt. so everytime he kissed me, i felt loneliness, cause you were the person that i wanted. all i wanted was you, but step by step i was starting to understand that you wouldnt return and that i needed to live with your absence, the most sad absence.

and now i miss you, but not in a lover way, not in a romantic way, i miss you as a friend. you are really important friend that i want to keep close as long as we can. i miss you, but i cant talk to you right now, cause my heart will probably cry again to know that youre not mine. i cant talk to you, cause i'll remember that you cant be mine.

i do believe that we are soulmates that wasnt supposed to be, dont you? i really do. i really used to think that nobody could ever fit like you fited in me, but its ok, it just happens, there are things that wasnt supposed to be. and we are one of those things.

[mirrball]

i feel the emptiness run through my whole body, i'm running against the wind that throws me on the wall, this wall that i built myself to not have the courage to break, but i need to cross it, i need to get over it.

i just want to move on.

[mirrball]

o perfume da memória de te ouvir rir, o perfume que guardei em meu armário para nunca mais sentir esse cheiro que azedou com o tempo, envelheceu como minhas células, mas floresceu com o amor que guardo em pétalas, pétalas dentro de jarros pequenos e brilhantes como em um conto de fadas. dia após dia vou tentar tirar cada pétala, cada memória que me prende em paredes ventriculares, paredes vermelhas que bombeam esse líquido oxigenado e carregado de sentimentos que sinto em cada fio do meu cabelo e cada centímetro da minha pele. quilômetros e quilômetros de espera constante, persisto em um fim desse ciclo inconstante. pétala por pétala eu vou esquecer e a cada pôr do sol terá menos de você.

[mirrball]

‘’você não sabe quantas horas eu passei olhando pra você’’

(repertório infindável de dolorosas piadas)