myopennotebook

i am never abstract--always concrete. my mind wanders off to the world of the intangible, but i always come right back to my master: actuality.

[st-pam]

[miaaa-okayy]

my updated cd collection ✨💿

[kldpxl]

Pool

[adrenaline]

by Romy Vanwelsenaers

[rivermouth-deactivated20210802]

if moments were colors by adam b.

[days-e]

  ❀ Plants 🌿

[love-abia]

In Spirit by Abi Ashra (Tumblr)

[ysociety]

[withtimecomesunderstanding-deac]

Every fucking day I realize how lucky I am, and every fucking day I hate myself for one reason or another. And every step feels like a blunder, and I’ve forgotten how to mind my p’s and q’s and I keep crossing i’s and dotting the skyline with thoughts of someone else, the sheer terror and thrill of hoping, of feeling new lips shiver headlong into unfamiliar territory, of feeling new fingers find mine in the dark and move my hands wherever they’re meant to be. And sometimes I just want to destroy everything and hermit myself into any beautiful woman’s arms, and sometimes I just want to be sitting on a San Diego beach, at dusk, with the last band of pink hanging over the water, and the first stars peering out from black of the impending night. 

[myopennotebook]

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[books-n-quotes]

There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable.

C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via 2pacschild)

[softwaring]

[fataleangel]

https://instagram.com/p/BTccIm7Asag/

[4flo]

[artaslanguage]

The West Wind [detail] ////<i>Thomas Ridgeway Gould

[grievng-deactivated20201229]

some random lines from a poem that i cant remember

[themotivationjournals]

I’m beginning to recognise that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon ahead but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row.

Beau Taplin (via kvtes)

[melisica]

(by Brinsley Edwards, visit her tumblr here)