Jul 4, 2024
some memories never leave your bones. like salt in the sea, they become part of you. and you carry them.
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some memories never leave your bones. like salt in the sea, they become part of you. and you carry them.
THANK YOU @mymagic8ball for being my 300th Tumblr follower OMG!
♡WELCOME!♡
And to everyone else here on my page, all 300; I hope my page makes you feel whimsy and confident.
I have always wanted to be the person who can show the positive on a dull day. My posts, my music, my goals all centre around the idea that you can be whoever and whatever you want to be, no matter if it's difficult. You have the capability to learn how to be the best version of you, whatever that looks like for you. But first, you need that self love.
You deserve to know you are precious and you are valid. You deserve to speak kindly to yourself. You deserve to give yourself a chance to be who you want, achieve what you want. Once you tart prioritising yourself truly, it all comes together. AND, the best thing about all this, is you can start whenever. You don't need to have it all figured out right now. No matter your age, gender, where you are from. You just need to start, step by step. :)
You've got this.
xoxo
I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color, but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight. I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies and they were real close to looking like the sunrise, and sometime it takes the most wounded wings the most broken things to notice how strong the breeze is, how precious the flight.
HEARTACHE
Can't wait to live in my little apartment in the middle of NY with my black cat or maybe a spider , watching the sunset of the Bronx, listen my classical music, drink a bottle of wine when the loneliness hits to hard, watching a movie that makes me cry, and fall asleep , waking up at 3:00 am to take a bath, letting the background noise of NY blur my thoughts, put on my big T-shirt and watching through the window the world waking up
Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes. . . .
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Child be strange, dark, true, impure and dissonant.
Penda’s Fen (1974) | dir. Alan Clarke