the young, the wild, and the woke ♀

Z • princess • INFJ

[nick-nellson]

Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir

[loveridden1999]

maybe i was made for loving things. maybe that's what life is all about.

[stuckinapril]

mid march mantra

[spergiuro]

komako sakai, the snow day

[die-rosastrasse]

King by Florence + The Machine

Art by Edmund Blair Leighton

[uncrown-edprincess]

#me #personal

[bliss-clothes]

[stevenrogered]

I think they look beautiful together. Beautiful, indeed.

[viscountess-sharma]

He is insane for this

[muresetivoire]

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

[cowpokeprose]

You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

[n1rvana]

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[butterflypeaflowertea]

i am a serene and lovely person. yes absolutely everything bothers me & i go through life in a state of constant aggravation and annoyance & have to physically restrain myself from breaking down in tears over how utterly irritated i am sometimes. but i am serene and lovely nonetheless

[iove]

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.” - richard siken

[fearlastyear]

—Stephen Adly Guirgis, The Last Days of Judas Iscariot

[artisticlog-deactivated20231213]

Hyndrangea Season in Japan. 💜

[trapwords]