A goddess
Decadent
this was me on the weekend.
KIROKAZE
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

if i look back, i am lost
ojovivo
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Andulka

tannertan36
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One Nice Bug Per Day
I'd rather be in outer space đž
art blog(derogatory)

Janaina Medeiros
Sweet Seals For You, Always
trying on a metaphor

shark vs the universe
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ç„æ„ / Permanent Vacation
todays bird
almost home
occasionally subtle

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A goddess
Decadent
this was me on the weekend.
Be careful of words,even the miraculous ones.
Anne Sexton (via punlovsin)
me: (sees a sharp object) intrusive thoughts: stab? me: no intrusive thoughts: STAB? me: BE QUIET
vintage blog
Wood: Scared, Harry?
Potter: A little.
Wood: That's all right. I felt the same way before my first game.
Potter: What happened?
Wood: I, uh, I don't really remember. I took a bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke up in the hospital a week later.
Potter:
Potter:
Potter:
Potter:
Potter: sOUNDS LIKE A SAFE SPORT FOR CHILDREN, GLAD TO BE A PART OF THE TEAM.
Tricky hedgehog
right now you might be in a situation that you think you wonât survive but six months ago you were in a situation that you didnât think youâd survive and two years before that you were in a situation you didnât think youâd survive and the point is you will always surprise yourself and you will always make it through
Thereâs something about este pendejo that gets my heart racing.
friend: i hate myself
me: as a fellow emo i respect ur self hatred but as a friend i don't want you to feel that way
âThe hardest was when she left for college. We dropped her off a couple days early, so the campus was empty, and I have this very clear image of her walking alone across the quad. I stared at my daughterâs back while she literally walked into the next phase of her life. So many questions were running through my mind: âDid we prepare her enough? Is she happy? Will she feel comfortable enough to tell us if sheâs not?â Looking back, I wish I hadnât fretted so much over the small stuff. When she was young, we were worried so much about whether she started on the soccer team, or if she got chosen for the front row at the dance competition, or if she was playing flute at the recital. We worried so much about that stuff because we were looking for any sort of validation that we were doing a good job. And in our desperation to be good parents we became our children. I wish I knew how fast all that stuff would fade away. And how little any of that would matter once she became an adult.â
May the man you are praying for today, be the man you will be praying behind with tomorrow.