[fuckinghiddlesbatch]

i made some things staring my favorite girls

bonus: 

[cankathleen]

head to toe, let your whole body talk👯

[moonlight-eternallove]

[softeninglikebutter]

On this day, eight years ago, my house burnt down in the Black Saturday fires. I wrote about my experience over here if anyone is interested in reading it. 

Never forget.

[softeninglikebutter]

“anything is travel size if you have a big enough bag” - my boyfriend

[niveoustic]

Even when we lose an arm or a leg, there's not less of us but more. Human experience weighs more than human tissue.

This Is How, Augusten Burroughs

[softeninglikebutter]

the bravest thing I ever did was run

[softeninglikebutter]

Beautiful glitter houses made from cereal boxes by A Field Journal.

[poetnextdoor]

It’s funny, the difference time can make. Sometimes I want to go back and rewrite all the old love poems. I can’t let anything sit peacefully. I want everything kept up to date. Here is the epilogue. Here is the hope and here is how it fizzled out.

Trista Mateer (via poetnextdoor)

[poetnextdoor]

I want you to be afraid of losing me, without thinking that you will because you’ve made me smile more times in the last few weeks than I ever have before, and I’d never be stupid enough to let you go, because I know in my mind, that I’ve made the right choice and it just might be the first one, because I felt it when we kissed, that you might be the last one.

I.S. 2014. (via poetnextdoor)

[wordsnquotes]

If you see something beautiful in someone, speak it.

Ruthie Lindsey (via wordsnquotes)

[lifeinpoetry]

I want to burn down the distance between us.

James Ellroy, from My Dark Places (via lifeinpoetry)

[niveoustic]

The truth is that nobody is owed an apology for anything. Apologies are lovely when they happen. But they change nothing. They do not reverse actions or correct damage. They are merely nice to hear.

This Is How, Augusten Burroughs

[thequotejournals]

Maybe I’m getting tired – I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.

Zelda Fitzgerald, “Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald,” May 1919 (via wnq-writers)

[corinaesquivel]

[celeritious]

flakes by essie {jane} on Flickr.

[bon----voyage]