ethereal wasteland

Kena! 19. She/her 💫 a personal blog of lovely things ✨ I track the tag: #starlit-honey

[tvventystitches]

[folksyswift]

It's okay, we're the best of friends anyway…And you can say we're still friends…like you were my closest friend…So, hey, let's be friends…Pauses, then says "You're my best friend"…I don't want you like a best friend…Cause all of my enemies started out friends…It's nice to have a friend…I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this…but you got a friend in me…we were supposed to be just friends…

[reputayswift]

Don’t let Midnights distract you from the fact that when I was shipwrecked I thought of you, in the cracks of light I dreamed of you, and it was real enough to get me through oh I swear you were there

[lunamonchtuna]

— Mikko Harvey, from For M

[deadithurts]

andrew garfield saying, “i hope this grief stays with me because it’s all the unexpressed love that i didn’t get to tell her” about his mothers passing is so gut wrenchingly beautiful because we rarely talk about the love we want to express but can’t, not because you’re not brave enough to say it out loud but because they’re not here to listen to it anymore. calling grief the love you never had the chance to share makes it less of a burden and more of something you want to keep and not something terrible you want to move on from. i love love how everything about grief always comes down to “what is grief if not love persevering?”

[crapmachine]

it’s bats

[flamingostalker]

The only way to combat loneliness is to spread joy and love. I love the world I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you

[desertsongpdf]

the most insane thing msteif has ever written

[storyofusatragedynow]

𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

[heytherenashra]

"You changed" bro it's a new Taylor Swift album.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

[guulabii]

written by kaveh akbar

[gaylorsoftwitter]

[kitkatabasis]

holy trinity

[wedarkacademia]

― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

[text id : “To be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge]

[fairydrowning]

– Natalie Díaz, Postcolonial Love Poem

[TEXT ID: "I am doing my best to not become a museum of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out." END ID]

[strikinglit]

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