[plastikhoney]

Show me your hands or you can’t read my blog

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[plastikhoney]

Like steam pressed against the glass I felt my breathe growing heavier for something more than melancholy.

I am always one life behind.

[weltenwellen]

Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[nothingspecialjustasoul]

[xtroor]

All roads unfortunately lead back to tumblr.

[xanaxfarts]

bouquets behind foggy glass is a photo style i will never get tired of

[remanence-of-love]

[sacred-portal]

[feral-ballad]

Donika Kelly, from Bestiary: Poems; “Little Box”

[02void]

by Frank Hamm

[sadexecutivelove]

Y tu mamá también (2001)

[flightlessloxe]

[plastikhoney]

SATURN, NEPTUNE, AND PLUTO TOO:

I find myself craving the sunshine on my skin, eager to feel the warmth from the outside in. There has been a silent battle between this last era of my life and where I am. Almost as if I missed a season— glitched into a paradox of which I lack the knowledge to figure out and move forward.

I am an outsider in my own life, peering in from the outside window— Life moves in slow motion here, until, I am reminded by a click or bout of tepid conversation that life does not in fact move slow, but, quite quickly and at twenty-seven I fear I may never meet the real me.

[blossomfully]

“But don’t you ever feel the urge to speak to strangers?” she asked. “To ask them about their lives?

“Don’t you ever wonder what helps them fall asleep, and what keeps them awake at night?”

[lamignonette]

[finesium]

[cozyvu]

this and someone you can talk to about everything

[stuckinapril]

@normalpeopledontlivelikethis