I'm like if Franz Kafka was a dull, stupid girl
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I'm like if Franz Kafka was a dull, stupid girl
Don't call me your church so you can enter with your sins anyday and make confessions. Call me by your God's name. Worship me, till I am the one who begs for your forgiveness
In your heart and in your mind, there is a fallen church of who I used to be. Tell the ruins they are no longer me, but I will pay my respects. There is now just a rubble of you and the ashes of what remains
She not only wanted to be seen, she wanted to blind him with how deeply he saw her. It was an insanely consuming thought; being understood so well, that one wouldn't know they were two different people
People say 'you will become a demon too if you live in hell for long', but devil lived in heaven for 10,000 years.
As one of my favourite villains said: "In their last moments, people show you who they really are"
I have two personalities
1. Chronic overthinker who people pleases left and right
2. Evil, uncaring bitch who will laugh at your suffering
Be with me, however little time we have left
Stay, even if you must go
Look at me, lest I look away
To be loved is to be seen
"Haven't had this kind of inspiration to write in a while" is code for "Haven't had a depressive episode this bad in a while"
All the blessings in the world aren't enough. Love isn't enough. Nothing is ever enough.
If you ask me "What do you want?", I wouldn't know how to answer that. But I can say this much: I want to be loved for who I am ... by who I am
Sorry if I was ever cruel to you, that's how I am to myself 24/7
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now iām thinkingā¦.maybe this is the good luck post
ā¦..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.Ā
So you know.Ā
This might be the real one, yāall.
what the hell? i could use some luck *hits reblog*
You know what I could use some luck
I got my internship wth!!!
You know what, I feel like this post popping up is a sign that the person that I think I want to marry is my soulmate! Stay Tuned!
Count me in
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You are the hero of your own movie
And in this one, you don't have to act
In this dark, sleep is faraway
From my eyes like you
Step into my dreams and tread carefully
Though it's not made of glass, my heart breaks as easily as your promises
Come visit me
Even once
Even if you don't stay
Just come
But I don't regret giving them love, they probably needed it. What I do regret is not giving it to myself first
I can not bring the ones who have left back. We are only travellers, resting under trees called 'human experience' and after getting well rested, we must embark towards the next stop
After meeting certain people who touch our souls, we are bound to lose them. We are bound to meet new ones then. No one can stop life. Now it's the traveller's choice whether she wants to take forward the pain, grudges and corpses of those who became misaligned
Or whether she wants to go to the next destination free, empty handed but with lessons, experiences and wisdom in her heart. These are the gifts she must carry
In a place abysmally faraway, you and I bathe in the moonlight under the duvet of love and wonder
If I were to write a letter and address it to the moon, you will read it won't you?