sometimes i fall without making a sound

olivia. united states.

[ellehena]

[sixwordssayitall]

“I wish I could tell you everything is going to be okay, but the truth is I’m not sure.”

— @sixwordssayitall

[overtxre]

i've been trying everything to detach myself from reality

[fruitsaladchewits-deactivated20]

[d4nic4-deactivated20231007]

Édouard Bisson (1856 - 1939)

Les messagères de l'Amour

[thoughts-at4am]

It’s cruel to let hope live where it shouldn’t.

4:18a.m. (via thoughts-at4am)

[magic-of-eternity]

[surrealismart]

Seascape 1928

Maurice Braun

[artschoolglasses]

Madame de Pompadour

Neue Pinakothek, Munich

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

The Roses of Heliogabalus (detail), 1898 oil on canvas Lawrence Alma-Tadema

[overtxre]

i know one day it won't hurt like this, but that day is not today.

1:28 am

[siriusly-in-love-with-you]

Take me places that she never went with you. Take me to the places she hated and tell me their history. Kiss me in front of the Mona Lisa. Pretend like I’m the masterpiece.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via sleevesofgrass)

[overtxre]

what's the point? you're never going to read these words. i'd never let you. you see, these words are pieces of my soul, and i can't trust you with them anymore. you've already taken enough from me, whether you meant to or not.

it hurts

[overtxre]

i just want you to tell me i mean something. tell me you care even the slightest bit. tell me something, anything. speak to me like you used to. you never speak to me like you used to.

gibberish

[overtxre]

him: they're bad, the drugs, they fuck up your mind.

me: i know. the high is good but when it's gone it's gone and it takes something with it.

him: so why do you do it?

me: because i'm already living in the low.

[tellherium]

I have cried in every room of this house. And you wonder why I don’t feel at home.

Mt (via tellherium)

[mariacenzina]

Let your body be engulfed in the flames of your soul painting all your imperfections in scarlet, persimmon, amber, and azure.

Let the colours burn relentlessly through each and every cell until you disorb from your achromatic skin all flame, no firewood.