Opal Gardens

Embarrassing myself

[angelicdewdrop]

[opalgardens]

Wildflower

Wildflowers that could be likened to weeds are my favorite kind,

Unassuming blossoms of color peppered across fields and in the cracks in the streets. They don’t necessarily belong, but wild flowers don’t care where they grow.

I’m going to start a garden in my heart, and should these wild flowers find a home there by way of passing bird or rabbit, I will let them grow as long as they take up the space that they need and nothing more. 

[punksntdead]

it feels too good until the end when the emotions kill me instead.

drugs. (via punksntdead)

[bnmxfld]

Rupi Kaur / milk and honey

[retroavangarda]

Edvard Munch – The Sun, 1909

[realifedreamgirl]

I can’t wait until I am in that place where everything just falls together perfectly

[opalgardens]

That doesn't happen, you constantly have to work hard to make anything come together. And it's never perfect.

[fall1997]

can you hear how loudly im thinking of you

[revengefrankandgerard]

[theliteraryjournals]

I didn’t tell you for a long time – but I knew you had altered me –

Emily Dickinson (via karibu-nyumbani)

[books-n-quotes]

He who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.

Anne Brontë, The Narrow Way (via books-n-quotes)

[daily-batty-dose]

[nemfrog]

Plate 1. Solar eclipse of July 18, 1860. Novorum actorum. 1861.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

[opalgardens]

William Shakespeare, The Tempest (via books-n-quotes)

[luthienne]

I feel numbered, and constricted all over. I barely fit inside myself.

Clarice Lispector, from Complete Stories; “Brasília” (via luthienne)

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

watercolor on paper by Mark Adams.

[gingerlionheart]

@romimuse | lionheart

sant pol de mar, spain

[lesbianshepard]