teen.

a lot to say

[velcroheartstrings]

“I have found myself lying awake at night lately, restlessly pondering the inner workings of the world. Questioning why so much pressure surrounds making something of ourselves- somewhat of a legacy to leave behind. We leave pieces of ourselves for those behind us who then go on to mirror our footsteps for those following them and this will go on until humans cease to exist. The irony of this is that in the end, there is nobody left to marvel the collective work of humanity other than the universe itself. Why are we killing ourselves through conforming to a life of meaningless, relentless productivity rather than the one our hearts desire when the sole purpose of being human is not to do but simply just to be?”

—

[myusernameisthisonerighthere]

I used my newly-bought purple-lilac eyeliner & lemme tell u i get so happy when i use it

damn u got the purple-lilac? i recently bought myself one of those glittery neon ombre green tinted highlithers

[amortizing]

“I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.”

—

[certasluas]

[sheekeepsmewarm]

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[like-fairy-tales]

[like-fairy-tales]

By: Iness

[midnightmurdershow]

Planet Earth II (2016) Episode 05 “Grasslands” Directed by Chadden Hunter

[myusernameisthisonerighthere]

holy fuck

[myusernameisthisonerighthere]

curently trying my best to keep studying but the weather is makin me so sleepy😴

[lovequotespost]

[am-56]

It’s sad how the people you were once so close can become just another stranger you don’t know.

[difficult]

[genterie]

[blackqueerblog]

[wildestlovers]

[shesanargonaut]

(Seven)

Mending

If I could tell my younger self anything, I’d tell them,

you sit in the middle of the bus now.

You don’t press your head to the window.

At night, you dream of birds, of fire.

You lick the wound.

You take off your clothes with grace.

February is just a month now

and so is October

and April.

In fact, you stop celebrating the anniversaries of your aches.

You stop dreaming of could’ve beens.

You walk down a different street.

You keep the blinds open.

You see a body of water as a cool, calm place instead of a place to rest, to escape from the tired

and the heaviness of your heart.

Your hair grows back.

You get up at the crack of dawn just to greet the sun. The moon is no longer your lover, but she is a friend.

Your shadow is a friend.

Your grief, a shroud that hangs in your closet.

The darkness does not come back even when you expect it to.

This is how you live now.

This is how you begin again.

This is it.

You are free.