chaos of colour

Jessica. Melbourne. Welcome to my new found world where everything is what it isn't. Please keep your hands and feet inside the blog as turbulence is expected. Enjoy your journey

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

““I don’t believe in timing,” I said. “I believe in trying. I believe in fighting. I believe in effort. You didn’t.””

— Ming D. Liu

[nightlustre]

Its an odd kind of feeling; where you see the distance growing larger and you know the words leave your mouth and are swept up amongst your breath, hardly making a sound. And there are silences. Ringing in your ears, holding on to these fragile moments not wanting to be broken by the wrong words, phrase, sentence. Words, phrase, sentence; do not say that today you felt lost and the tracks of the 9am train looked a little like home. Do not tell him your bed felt like a ghost wrapped up in soft linen beckoning to take you away. Instead say that you are growing outward at a rate which only means collision with the past. A trip for one. And he will look at you like you’re a map he does not recognise and the destination is gone. Your mountains and valleys are terrifying and this boy does not know how to climb.

1st September 2014; 10:05pm (via nightlustre)

[vanrobinson-deactivated20170514]

[tchaikovskystan]

[nightlustre]

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[90377]

[zatsushokuroku]

[serious]

[natgeofound]

[kongina]

[marci1900]

[cantbae]

[tkkatherineblog]

[seaofstyle]

[wnq-writers]

I saw you and we locked eyes and I had to remind myself that your heart is going to destroy mine

sweatersandlazydays (via wnq-writers)