— Daphne du Maurier
Cosimo Galluzzi
Mike Driver

JBB: An Artblog!
Misplaced Lens Cap

if i look back, i am lost

Kiana Khansmith
$LAYYYTER
Today's Document
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Not today Justin

titsay

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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macklin celebrini has autism

@theartofmadeline
ojovivo
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Andulka
occasionally subtle
seen from United States

seen from Germany

seen from Spain
seen from Netherlands
seen from Türkiye
seen from Hungary

seen from Chile
seen from United States
seen from Spain
seen from China

seen from Australia
seen from Iraq

seen from Türkiye
seen from Vietnam

seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from Costa Rica

seen from Brazil

seen from Spain
@sparkling-butbroken
— Daphne du Maurier
what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting
my love for you is reaching its silence
The Lord of The Rings: The Return of The King, J.R.R Tolkien
i don’t know if your lack of knowledge about me stemmed from not being able to stomach it or simply not having the time but neither is enough for me anymore. you should have been there for me.
Energy never lies.
You deserve credit for surviving.
You deserve credit for trying.
You deserve credit for getting through the days.
You don’t need to be thriving, making strides and noticeable progress to deserve credit. While those things are wonderful and deserving of credit, you deserve credit now too.
Try and give yourself the credit you deserve.
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.
✞ 666 ✞
"Your peace doesn't require their understanding. Some truths are better felt than heard."
Hurt // Trophy Eyes
“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov