Thea 𓇼

𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

[softdewittbukater]

— ocean, the place i call "my home" because that’s what it is

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀• 🌊˖°𓇼⋆🐋🐚 𓈒𓏸

my ocean is unreal, because it exists with such beauty and gentleness; it is that place where silence is never frightening, where the waves speak instead of words, where the wind carries away a little of my storms. my ocean has this strange power to mend what no one sees. it transforms my thoughts into horizons, my wounds into foam, and my dreams into endless tides, and i believe that some souls are never meant to belong to the land, because mine has always sought the taste of salt, the sound of waves, and the freedom found only in the face of the sea’s immensity. so thank you, ocean, for being my refuge, my inspiration, and that part of the world where i finally feel whole.

[liesandnights]

Having a big heart will always make you feel like you either did too much or didn't do enough.

[liesandnights]

Having a big heart will always make you feel like you either did too much or didn't do enough.

[softdewittbukater]

there are some feelings that never die. they simply change their language. and tonight, i think i’m writing so i won’t forget what it feels like when the heart still beats too strongly for the silence we impose on it.

[badtundra]

"we'll figure it out together" is a love language

[toriaelise]

a simple “hey just thinking about you” means so much

[nothingtofalar]

Pleasure is easy. Sex is exciting. But nothing compares to talking with someone who feels like home until the sun comes up.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[softdewittbukater]

— you’re not just a memory

you’ve always been different. not because you tried to be, but because you had this way of being that filled the whole space without ever demanding it. you walk into a room, and even without speaking any louder than anyone else, people still end up noticing you. you have that look in your eyes that says everything you refuse to say. the one that makes people think you’re strong when, in reality, you’re carrying the world on your shoulders. you give the impression that you don’t need anyone. yet i’ve always seen that part of you that hoped we’d stay, no matter what. the part that pulls away before we can let it down. the part that slips away silently, hoping we’ll look for it anyway. you can love with all your might, and the very next second, put miles between yourself and others. and the worst part is that even after all that, we still want to come back to you because you’re not the kind of person we forget. you’re one of those people who leave pieces of themselves everywhere they go, without even realizing it. and then, behind all your defenses, there’s someone who feels everything far too intensely. someone who loves until they’re exhausted, who doubts until they fade away. sometimes i wish you could see yourself through my eyes. you’d understand that you were never a burden. that you were never “too much.” that even in your silences, you still had something to say. because you’re not just a memory. you’re the kind of person who leaves such a deep imprint that we keep feeling it long after you’re gone.

[ryan-sometimes]

If 2 barbies don’t scissor in the movie it’s not realistic

[theone1n]

[thoughtkick]

“Never make fun of someone’s passion because that’s the thing that saves them from the world.”

— Unknown

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Acrewss

[lezstuffs]

[icaseybaybee]

[softdewittbukater]

i think i hate myself. today, nothing excites me. nothing makes me want to do anything. i feel deeply sad for no good reason; i want to run away far away, delete all my accounts, and never come back. i want to cry in my bed while listening to the saddest songs ever. i hate myself deeply. i hate feeling all these emotions. i hate having to hold back my true self so i don’t scare people away. i feel like i have to fit into a mold to be accepted by others. i feel like i have to hide my feelings forever because i’m the girl who feels too much. too much love. too much longing. too much joy. too much of everything. i feel things with such intensity that sometimes i don’t measure my words, and people don’t like that. people never like it when someone dares to truly express themselves. people never like it when someone stands in front of you and tells you things straight. they think you’re overreacting, or that you’re in love. but that’s not the case. my heart is empty. empty of love, empty of hope, empty of feelings. it’s simply human, and filled with kindness. yet today i feel distant from everyone. it’s like i don’t belong in this world, or in anyone’s life. it feels like i’m just here because i have no other choice. yes, today i feel deeply sad. and yes, i hate myself.

[softdewittbukater]

us against the world