Constant

The light at the end of a tunnel The only way out is through. [ B | 24 ] ♡

[eliminated]

[andante-elegiaco]

“we began with honesty let us end in it too”

— us /// rupi kaur (via sleevesofgrass)

[alreadyghostts]

karma - marina

[alreadyghostts]

cleopatra by the lumineers

[amargedom]

““I knew he didn’t love me, but I adored him anyway.””

—

[nitrogen]

By Anke Grunow

[awina-deactivated20200416]

I fucked myself up with unrestricted internet use as a child now I have brainworm

[heartofmuse]

In the end it matters not if you love me back, for the truth of my life is I love you and I will love you no matter what. This love resides in me. It is mine though it might have your name on it.

e.v.e.

[recordstore]

i don’t understand how anything works i just walk through life terrified

[disruptivebychoice]

"This too shall pass."

But years have gone by, And still it lasts.

-disruptivebychoice

[naamahdarling]

Remember, kids: Hozier would want you to walk away from that exhausting online interaction and go peer into the soothing, dark waters of the nearest bog instead.

[naamahdarling]

Gotta remind myself of this AGAIN.

[quotemadness]

“If you ignore your feelings they will get your attention in other ways.”

— Kathy Kalina

[89words]

“It’s not given to people to judge what’s right or wrong. People have eternally been mistaken and will be mistaken, and in nothing more so than in what they consider right or wrong.”

— Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace 

[dahliaborne]

“Is ecstasy possible in destruction?”

— Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Letters  (via blackshivers)

[heavensghost]

Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters

Art by René Magritte

[xxmlrxx]

[writethepain--away]

“I wish I could change for you. If I could remove the damaged parts of my brain To give you what you deserve, I would. I wish I didn’t have to give excuses For what I cannot do. I wish I wasn’t wound so tightly, Bundled up like the rubber bands inside a golf ball, Waiting to violently unravel. I wish I could relax enough to enjoy that ecstasy. I wish I was different. I wish I was better. I wish I was good enough. I’m sorry I’ve changed, reverted inward; My reaction to trauma has always been to retreat. Hide inside, Let very little out, In fear I may crumble. I’m so sorry I’d rather hide my body than have 80% of it touched. I’m sorry I can’t stand being reminded That parts of me expand And exist in space. Too much space. I’m so sorry I can’t be better for you. If I could change, I would For you.”

— 2017: #197/365