purrplegalaxy.writes

I write when I need to (vent) I repost when I need to (escape)

[shisasan]

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

[thoughtkick]

“What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t happened yet.”

— Unknown

[cook-with-lau]

Rise & Shine Beauty

[lovesdaya]

@lovesdaya

[urxiaolongbaos]

Time stretched into eternity in a myriad of emotions.

[epiph-annie]

your presence haunts my memory

[poetryforall]

[daffodilmornings]

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[bleakandhollow]

@bleakandhollow

[utopie-sempiternelle]

@utopie-sempiternelle

[shakespearesdaughters]

[epiph-annie]

tw : you might fall in love

[epiph-annie]

It's just that I belong in the quietest quiet, that's what's right for me.

[porphyrean-deactivated20160628]

[purrplegalaxy-writes]

Why do I feel homesick of Europe with tumblr posts as if I was supposed to live there?

Maybe am I homesick of a past life?

How can you feel homesick of something “you’ve never had”?

How can you feel homesick of some place “you’ve never been”?

I feel timelines merging - mixed - intertwined

Like I don’t belong where I was born But then comes this thought “”god” makes no mistakes”

I don’t know what all of this means or why I just can’t completely adapt to where I am, like something is missing

What am I missing?

[mahoganyamore]

she lives in the poetry she cannot write

[shakespearesdaughters]

[peacefulandcozy]

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