Angelica The Great

we get to choose who we're going to let into our weird little worlds.

[perrfectly]

Kiss, 1897 - Edvard Munch

[a--z--u--l]

Tengo más fantasías económicas que sexuales.

[wanderingnewyork]

A J train runs over the #Williamsburg_Bridge.

[a--z--u--l]

Te arruina mentalmente intentar encontrar los porqués de algunas cosas.

[a--z--u--l]

Cómo hacen para fingir cosas que no sienten? Yo ni un saludo doy, si no me nace.

[a--z--u--l]

Qué difícil es ser una persona que siente tanto en este mundo.

[a--z--u--l]

Y cómo último acto de amor hago que me odien.

[dark-romantics]

[hatin]

via wehearit

[dark-romantics]

[bled]

via vsco.co

[hatin]

via weheartit

[hatin]

Breaking Bad

[feral-ballad]

Andrea Gibson, from The Madness Vase; “Somewhere, A Carpenter”

[Text ID: “This life / is built almost entirely / of love / and losing, / isn’t it?”]

[ruhlare]

[feral-ballad]

Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language and the grasping for language.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, from Notes on Grief

[dionysian-mystery]