be brave enough to live creatively.

My name is Sunny & I love to write (more than anything) & I love spiral staircases & interesting people & I hate when people are rude to their waiters or waitresses & I am a very deep thinker & a very deep feeler & I am both pained & intrigued with my curiosity of the world.

[minimalist-home]

[labella-instagram]

ig tatiforneck

[rai-r]

@jennaholdgrafer/instagram

[blkbird]

[zzzze]

Marvin Koner Untitled, 1957 Vintage silver print.

[velvetmysoul]

[equatorjournal]

[breathtakingdestinations]

Humayun’s Tomb - India (by Saad Akhtar) 

[simena]

[screamingiminlovewithyou]

[labella-instagram]

[letheane-deactivated20200121]

The wreckage of stars — I built a world from this wreckage.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from ‘Through the Circle of Dionysian Dithyrambs’, (translation by James Luchte and Eva Leadon)

[subliming]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Before you Came,” by Nicanor Parra

Now everything is like my heart, a color at the edge of blood: the grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns, the gold when we meet, the season ablaze, the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames, and the black when you cover the earth with the coal of dead fires.

[5000letters]

On your knees. pray to the Gods with your floodgate of a heart thrown wide open hands up, head bent back of your neck like an unholy offering repeat after me: ‘Absolve me for the ways that I loved him, full, wanting and endlessly brimming give me the strength to keep on. I am not sorry. I am not sorry.’

Azra.T “And if they don’t let me into heaven, I will kiss you in the dark."  (via 5000letters)

[5000letters]

Dear heart, you are beginning to look like a fire escape for all the times people have used you to be safe and left once the fire was out, and I am wondering if I should apologise now for how much all those footprints must have hurt you it probably feels like grand central in there it probably feels like rush hour traffic except with nowhere to go and maybe it was me, maybe I pried you open for too long and now you don’t know how to close for anyone maybe that’s why you’re so hungry why you’re starting to look like a mouth and not a fist, where did that fight go? why are you so willing to love everyone? even if they don’t love you back even if they don’t want to stay is it me? did you hear about softness so often that you thought you had nowhere else to go? I don’t know if that’s ruining or beautiful I’m wondering if it can be both. I want you to know that I’ll try though I’ll keep trying and I hope someday someone crawls into you and decides that there is nowhere they would rather be and that there is no place safer to stay.

Azra.T., “Dear Heart"  (via 5000letters)

[thewastedgeneration]

DeLana R. A. Dameron