stars in your heart

zehra. xix. she/her.

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the moon is so beautiful today...

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eye smile

[floralls]

by arielle vey

[smiles-advice]

Give yourself some credit for the days you made it when you thought you couldn’t

[lornashores]

Paris, France

[cheruib]

melancholically beautiful things:

empty perfume bottles

abandoned castles

pressed flowers

old books with dust all over them

walking all alone in a museum hall

languages that humanity no longer uses

stars, the moon, the entire universe and its secrets

[sa2ha]

is it possible for someone to hate cats and still be a good person?

absolutely the fuck not

[6i]

in your 20’s find a balance between hustle & rest. you don’t need to have a love life or a soulmate figured out. go travel the world. battle your demons. set up a business, find people who value your heart & yours will attract. don’t live in the past, you have so much more to see

[cwote]

Remind Yourself;

People leave

Life goes on

It is what it is

Everything is temporary

Don’t over think, and;

Let it go

[jetsetter-life]

[estheticsly]

Approaching Sørkapp |  Foynøya by Pierre Chaton

[cruvcio]

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry + 7 years of lessons ⚡

[kieraknightley]

maggie stiefvater, the raven cycle

[starredsoul]

What remains once the war is won? Fame. Songs. A kingdom of corpses. His name too heavy in my mouth. What do we become in death? Shadows. Longing. Regret, regret, regret. What do we keep once we are ghosts? The blood under my fingernails. His crooked teeth. Searching for happiness in the threads of his hands. A love that burned alive. A love that is still bursting in my hollow chest. A love that was never enough. What do you do when you’re alone in the darkness? Wait for him, I’ll wait forever if I must. Were you ever able to name one hero who was happy? No.

Emily Palermo, He Is Half My Soul (via starredsoul)

[sprigday-remade]

This is us. Our pose. The smush. Unlike most everyone else on earth, from the very first cells of us, we were together, we came here together. This is why no one hardly notices that Jude does most of the talking for both of us, why we can only play piano with all four of our hands on the keyboard and not at all alone, why we can never do Rochambeau because not once in thirteen years have we chosen differently. It’s always: two rocks, two papers, two scissors. When I don’t draw us like this, I draw us as half-people.piano with all four of our hands on the keyboard and not at all alone, why we can never do Rochambeau because not once in thirteen years have we chosen differently. It’s always: two rocks, two papers, two scissors. When I don’t draw us like this, I draw us as half-people.

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perfect places, lorde