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i’ve got things to say before i go

[roseinagarden]

went to ethel cain birmingham and took care of my partner the whole night bc he was about to pass out only to find out he cheated a few hours later hahahah but atleast the music was good

[perfectday1972]

i'm like a stack of unread books but a girl

[heavensghost]

shame is sharp, and my skin gives so easy

[wholesome-suggestion]

life works out. i cannot stress this enough. life always works out. it always turns out in your favor even if it doesn’t go according to the original plan. you may be utterly confused and lost right now, it may feel like everything is falling apart and there is nothing you can do to salvage any of it. but believe me when i say that this is just a transition period. things are constantly changing and evolving around you even if you can’t actively see that. life is changing you to prepare you for what is to come. you are growing and as you grow you are being built into the person that you are going to be. because see, life always has this funny way of working out. 

[thatorchias]

let me in.

@tankhall

[tankhall]

my teeth are no longer making me evil

[nvvr]

[gebratenes]

[nixscriptum]

[inkpressedpetals]

[bakwaaas]

honestly it’s actually the small, mundane, boring things that someone does for you out of love which mean so much rather than grand gestures and proclamations

[inkpressedpetals]

[metamorphesque]

The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas

[roseinagarden]

did you think your absence could make me forget you? i find you everywhere. this morning i tasted you in my coffee. last night i listened to your favorite song before i went to sleep. you are sewn on every inch of scenery i see. i cannot comprehend a life that has no you in it.

[girlmorbs]

Dust Bowl

[inkpressedpetals]

[petaltexturedskies]

It is September and I am filled with longing. I hold summer between my teeth and its sweetness clings to my tongue as I fall into autumn's arms. The trees are beginning to loosen their grip and I envy them for their ease in knowing when to let go. I beg for softness this season and for gentle endings. If I too, must learn to release, let it be like the leaves drifting back to the earth that made them.

(via poetrybylyra on instagram)