tragique, vraiment.

we are the same, you and I. we fall in love with the stars that don't belong to us instead of the ones burning in our hands. we fall in love with the breaking instead of the healing. we fall in love with drowning instead of the sea. and we fall in love with our memories instead of our future.

[dallowaydiaries]

oxford, dec 2018

[genterie]

[genterie]

[genterie]

[genterie]

[love-personal]

[idressmyselff]

More outfits on my ig - idressmyselff

[visvya]

[owlmylove]

no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people haven’t earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and i’ve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those we’re taught in anatomy lessons

[shalomamme]

oil painting by omar ortiz

[revesrealisables]

Edinburgh, Scotland

[1010ll]

[labella-instagram]

[whiskeyandtragedies-deactivated]

[ohbutwebestmakepeacewithit]

post secret 08.04.18

[coeloa]

look how pretty the water was on our schoolies

[90sminimalist]

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[stay-close]

To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one's been crueller than I've been to me.

— Alanis Morissette, "Sorry to Myself", Under Rug Swept