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ellievsbear
Cosimo Galluzzi
Sade Olutola
sheepfilms

bliss lane
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
RMH
art blog(derogatory)
Cosmic Funnies
The Bowery Presents
Doug Jones
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Phantogram Three

@theartofmadeline
Noah Kahan

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Color Me Curious

Discoholic 🪩
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@peacebeuponus
Louise Glück
i am sorry that someone out there made you distrust love. that they walked into your life and broke apart the most beautiful feeling there is. that now you don’t trust family, don’t trust friendship. that you live waiting for people to abandon you, that you leave early so they don’t leave you.
I never would have left, if you hadn’t pushed me away. I don’t give up on people I care for and the truth is I’d probably take you back in a heartbeat, if you needed me. And that’s exactly what the problem is.
“Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.”
— Stephanie Georgopulus, How To Miss Someone (via books-n-quotes)
Will I regret this in the future? Maybe. Will my friends hate me for it? Almost certainly. But am I having a good time? Fuck yes. Am I safe, in control, and know what I am doing? Absolutely. So is this going to continue? For the foreseeable future yes.
I didn’t think it would feel like this, but it does. And it’s a good thing. I know what I’m doing and I am okay with my choices right now.
Passing through a screen door
This is Self Care Charizard. Reblog whenever you need a temporary release from whatever stresses you currently have.
need this so bad
“(…) I thought I had to become more than I was, more than I’d been. but that wasn’t it. It seemed rather that something had to go. Something had to be let go of.”
— Marie Howe, from The Teacher in “Magdalene: Poems” (via adrasteiax)
Hard Feelings/Loveless // Lorde
MY FUCKIN HEART
I WISH YALL WOULD STOP POSTING THIS SAD POKÉMON SHIT I CANT TAKE ANYMORE
2/11/2019 (45/?)