Ness

I’m comfortable around you; I’m not even comfortable around myself.

[violetvibrations]

@ ritualofheart

[thehopefulquotes]

“You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I’ve ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, every day we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours. And, my darling, you will always be mine.”

— The Notebook

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[stay-close]

“Love isn’t only love, sweetheart. It’s hard work, and trust, and tears, with even a few glimpses of devastation. But at the end of each day, if you can still look at the person at your side and can’t imagine anyone else you’d rather have there, the pain, the heartache and the ups and downs of love are worth it.”

— Nicole Williams

[1anonyymous1]

I hope you win the war, you tell no one about.

[perfectfeelings]

“I can do nothing for you but work on myself. You can do nothing for me but work on yourself.”

— Ram Dass

[odenadnihilum-deactivated202303]

Artists need to lay their soul bare for the world to mock

That must be painful

[remanence-of-love]

[dumblr]

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Urban explorers for Abandoned UK have discovered a tiny moss-covered “boot” house that they claim once housed a woman in the 1950s, just like the classic nursery rhyme.

The tiny, moss-covered property seems to have been forgotten for decades as leaves and vines have begun climbing the walls to take the house back to nature.

The legend goes that a woman lived in it until the 1950s, but others say it was part of a theme park and children used to play in it.

The structure inside the property has collapsed.

The explorers said: “This took some finding but we did it, so after walking through the woods for ages trying to find the boot we finally saw it at the bottom of a steep cliff.

https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/weird-news/old-woman-who-lived-shoe-26030537

[deadmotelsusa]

A hotel room in Atlantic City, New Jersey, 1995

[deadmotelsusa]

1994

[eternalsummer2006]

stinkytofubaby on instagram

[jstorarticle]

June Jordan, “Poem Number Two on Bell’s Theorem, or The New Physicality of Long Distance Love”

[nxss-xx]

In this space right here that we have made for each other; you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.

[frachella]

[soaveintermezzo]