princess of hearts •°♡°•

fresh out of fucks forever ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ she/her ִ ࣪𖤐

[weltenwellen]

Alex Dimitrov, “Poem Written in a Cab”, Love and Other Poems

[kosmogrl]

[wexleresque]

I am a friend to all cats. Yes even the mean ones. They have their reasons.

[mexicanprophet]

[nikaalexandra]

OKAY SIT DOWN SHUT UP, WE’RE GONNA TALK COLORS

THIS IS SAPPHIRE

THIS IS TEAL

THIS IS PERIWINKLE

THIS IS AZURE

 AND THIS IS TURQUOISE

WONDER WHY THOSE ALL DON’T LOOK LIKE THE SAME COLOR? BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT 

OTHER THAN BEING PART OF THE SAME FAMILY OF BLUES, THEY ARE NOT ALL THE SAME FUCKING COLOR! WHY WOULD THEY ALL BE THE SAME FUCKING COLOR! DO YOU THINK WE JUST NAME NEW COLORS FOR KICKS!?!?!?

WHEN DESCRIBING A CHARACTER’S GOD FORSAKEN EYE COLOR, PICK ONE YA GODDAMN HIPPIE

[sohnderleere-deactivated2018072]

As someone who is colourblind this post is fucking hilarious because they are in fact all the same fucking colour

[diogenes420]

things heating up in the fuckin uuhhhhhhhhh BLUE fandom 

[fangirltothefullest]

So uh….. fun fact about turquoise

They come in varying degrees of blue and green.

[beebugger]

THIS IS TUMBLR

[icarus-suraki]

[whenistillgaveadamn]

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

[kosmogrl]

[mournfulroses]

Ariel Day, from a poem titled "Games," featured in Black Roses: Poems about Love, Heartbreak, Mental Health, Self Love

[kosmogrl]

[kosmogrl]

[kosmogrl]

one day I’ll look back and laugh at how much I used to worry

[farahquotes]

Some people start living at 30. Before that, they were only surviving - doing what was expected, breathing without meaning, moving through years like borrowed clothes that never fit. Some people die at 20. Not in body, but in spirit. Their laughter becomes routine, their dreams shrink, and life turns into a series of obligations they never chose. Some restart at 40. After loss. After heartbreak. After realising that staying alive isn’t the same as living. They gather themselves slowly, like broken glass learning how to reflect light again. Time is a concept humans created - a calendar to make sense of chaos, a clock to convince ourselves there is order. But life doesn’t follow numbers. In the end, it’s never about age. It’s about when a person finally chooses to be alive. ~ farah

[kosmogrl]

[naryamirie]

just saw this personal ad from 1966 (sourced here) and god. this is really it

[razerbackbitch]

[kosmogrl]

[anxietyproblem]

[raylangivins]