Edgar Allan Poe / Alone
Xuebing Du
Fai_Ryy

pixel skylines
The Stonewall Inn
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise

gracie abrams
cherry valley forever
NASA

shark vs the universe

ellievsbear
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
RMH

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todays bird
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Edgar Allan Poe / Alone
#203: “Por si algún día me lees.”
Te fuiste. Yo te creí cuando me prometiste que te ibas a quedar, igual te fuiste. Te envidio en el fondo. ¿Sabés la cantidad de veces que me quise ir de mí?
Ojala pudiera, ojala pudiera ahora
Mis manos te han olvidado pero mis ojos te vieron y cuando es amargo el mundo para mirarte los cierro.
Fragmento de Breve romance de la ausencia por Salvador Novo. (via poesia-en-la-lengua)
Mis manos te han olvidado pero mis ojos te vieron y cuando es amargo el mundo para mirarte los cierro.
Fragmento de Breve romance de la ausencia por Salvador Novo. (via poesia-en-la-lengua)
Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.
Charlotte Eriksson (via wordsnquotes)
The words that fall from your lips paint my soul sunshine yellow.
gracetheweird (via wnq-writers)
we will be okay. you can stay on your side of the bed and i can stay on mine. we don’t have to talk about the electricity between our bodies or about the sun in your eyes or about anything at all. you can forget my name and i can(’t) forget yours. we might cross paths in the future and laugh loudly about our silly mistakes that weren’t mistakes at all. then we will shake hands and be done and you will forget about the freckles on the small of my back and i will forget about the sound of your voice. and we will be okay.
paletemptations // a short story about being okay at the time of being not okay at all (via wnq-writers)