“Through the ache of trials, the sweetness of joy blooms. Such is life”
d e v o n

blake kathryn
Doug Jones

ellievsbear
KIROKAZE
No title available

No title available
hello vonnie

Love Begins

gracie abrams

roma★
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
official daine visual archive
Not today Justin

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Misplaced Lens Cap
Today's Document
🪼
cherry valley forever

@theartofmadeline
seen from Colombia

seen from Canada
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Germany

seen from Brazil
seen from Senegal
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Nepal

seen from United States

seen from China
seen from Dominican Republic
seen from United States

seen from Dominican Republic
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Iraq
@sarabams
“Through the ache of trials, the sweetness of joy blooms. Such is life”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky (via lunamonchtuna)
— Gabriel Gracía Márquez, from One Hundred Years of Solitude (via lunamonchtuna)
— José Olivarez, from "Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains”, Citizen Illegal (via lunamonchtuna)
the amount of tension that comes with “i am scared of just how much i like you”
— Haruki Murakami, from Samsa in Love (via lunamonchtuna)
[individual img cr: to rightful owners]
i keep thinking about this: maybe love isn’t a destination or a possession but an influence. a force that changes your shape. that helps you become. and when it’s gone, it doesn’t mean you’ve lost it. it means you’ve absorbed it. the people who leave don’t take it with them. they leave it behind in you.
dear darling,
you don’t want attention. you want devotion.
you want the feral kind of love— the kind that burns holes in silence, aches loud in reverence, yearns heavy in absence. the kind where they see you once and they’re ruined forever.
you want the kind of person who fights themselves for wanting you but still gives in the moment your eyes meet. somebody who sees you not just as cute, but sacred. somebody who shakes under the mere weight of your existence.
and no you’re not asking for a god— you’re just asking for someone who worships the way you do. so don’t you dare settle for something less when your love is biblical. don’t you dare water down your divinity to be drinkable to someone who’s just thirsty.
yours truly, lunamonchtuna ♡
— maplepecanpastry
— bianca sparacino; the strength in our scars
— bianca sparacino; the strength in our scars
— Morgan Matson, Second Chance Summer
— Chuck Akot, from Memoirs, Mort d'amour