[faramosh]

always choose to be with someone who is emotionally intelligent. don’t get caught up in the fact that you are loved, because love comes easy. but loving someone in the way they need, and understanding why they need to be loved like that is what a relationship is about.

[thelifeisabsurd]

“Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.”

— Osho (via fyp-philosophy)

[marcchurch]

[afatlittledog]

me @ the demons that stand at the end of my bed:

it’s a lot warmer under the covers if you wanna come cuddle

[trapped-nerves-deactivated20220]

[theconcealedweapon]

From a very young age, people are taught that an oppressed person being impolite is a much worse offense than a privileged person being violent.

[gosh]

by moritzaust

[thetattedstoner]

My mind: “get over it, let it go”

My heart: “nah fam, that shit hurt”

[neckkiss]

[latenightcornerstore]

“When my best friend’s heart breaks, I watch him brick and mortar a bomb shelter into his body. He pencils her name into all the wet cement. Right in front of me, he is holding a wake for the person he used to be and I am not invited. Later, he will thunder or earthquake, but he will not accept any tenderness. In the close-out sale of his heartache, everything gentle must go.”

—

exerpt from NOT THE BULLET by Ashe Vernon

(full text available through my patreon)

[sift]

Into the Unknown.

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

““I don’t believe in timing,” I said. “I believe in trying. I believe in fighting. I believe in effort. You didn’t.””

— Ming D. Liu

[thefashionreef]

[krystalswonderland]

“How about you relive those memories? Reignite those burnt out flames and let them melt your skin If they don’t melt you into tears, then just know that you’re not as soft and vulnerable as wax anymore. You are made of diamonds. And every time the fire tries to burn you down, you’ll emerge more polished and beautiful than before. So be glad that the flames don’t love you anymore. You’ve made peace with your unbreakable soul.”

— Tamarind Fall. @blackpenwritings (via blackpenwritings)

[thegoodvybe]

[photography-cnl]

I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.

Ellen Hopkins (via landscape-photo-graphy)

[filmberry-deactivated20181214]

“I once imagined you loved me a little bit, if you’ll excuse the presumption.“ 

— F. Scott Fitzgerald