[peacozy]

I don't have a dream job. I want to be a fairy and sleep in a tulip

[fairydrowning]

"To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June."

– Jean-Paul Sartre

[this-is-a-dystopian-parable]

“you could just sit for a while, just sit and think” “one day I will finally stop running, there will be sunlight in the trees” “I will try to forgive myself for being absent in public and bored before stars” “we will lie down in the grass, let the morning hours pass” maybe slow down and appreciate life sometime

[gauntletqueen]

HEARTBREAKING: Poor girl has to get out of the soft warm bed even though she is so so so so comfy

[mysteriouslyeclecticmentality]

I just think it's so adorable how we get so overwhelmed by music that we can't truly enjoy it unless we sing to the tune or dance to it

It's such a sweet act of people coming together, despite being apart in time and distance

[poetic--elixir]

Art is to console those who are broken by life. —Vincent Van Gogh

[mysteriouslyeclecticmentality]

i read somewhere that being insecure will eventually make you a bad friend and that's not what my friends deserve so i've decided to work on myself to be the version of myself my friends would be proud of knowing and having by their side

wish me luck

[mango-season]

Brenda Ueland / Lana Del Rey / Karen Finley / Trista Mateer

[happyheidi]

protector of oranges 🍊 x

[mysteriouslyeclecticmentality]

gloom boys// lucky people

[ritikajyala]

My 13 year old cousin came back from a date with her boyfriend and said, "I can't wait to grow up and spend sunday afternoons with him." At first, I wanted to laugh (after all they're just 13), but I remember being 13 and having the world in my hands. I remember getting excited to talk to someone about my dreams and wishes, and how happy these daydreams and fantasies made me. There's this innocence you can only have at 13 and the world rises and falls and crashes and burns every year... until you do not think about quiet sunday afternoons.

So I asked her about the date and heard her giggle about bubblegum flavored ice cream, and how much she loves this little life. I think she makes me love it too.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[mysteriouslyeclecticmentality]

my favourite pastime activity is falling in love with people i saw in the street for exactly 0.7 seconds

[mysteriouslyeclecticmentality]

when taylor swift said 'please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognise anywhere'

[happyheidi]

(via)

[deeperconnections]

I am Love

[crazycatsiren]

Even among the routine tasks of starting the dishwasher, running a load of laundry, wiping down the dining table, and refilling the 4 legged kids' water bowls, I feel Hestia's warmth and light comfortingly close.

[griefyards]

[fragments of vincent's letter (363) to theo // the olive trees by vincent van gogh]