courage, dear heart.

32. bi. witchy. into some kinky stuff. this is a hate free blog; get fucked if you’re a hateful bigot. minors DNI. 🪴🌻🌝🌾🌿🌞✌🏽

[kosmogrl]

[kosmogrl]

[landsccape]

[expressions-of-nature]

Sagres, Portugal by Luca Severin

[petitworld]

Asthall Manor, Oxfordshire, England by Stacy Cartledge

[onlymexico]

Guadalajara, Jalisco

[free-my-mindd]

[remanence-of-love]

[screamon-deactivated20230625]

stormy mornings, music, annotated books, libraries at midnight, love letters, , tote bags, forehead kisses, sunsets, red lipstick, messy hair, mythology,, coffee, writers, poets, theatre, stars, journals

[maureen2musings]

thechillpsycho photography

[underthemexicansun]

It does actually seem like the only way to escape this dystopian hell is to kill myself.

[expressions-of-nature]

by Tatyana Biryukova

[expressions-of-nature]

by Evgeny Zinovy

[expressions-of-nature]

Chuya River, Russia by Andrey Polyakov

[opossum-handz]

[martyrborne]

Unconditional: Not subject to any conditions or limitations; absolute and without restrictions, often used to describe love or support that is given without expectation or requirement.

To love in a way that is unwavering. To love even when circumstances or feelings may lead one to wish it would fade or lessen. To love someone even if you’ll never see them again.

[blossomfully]

““I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.”

— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132