Goodbyes

Dominican republic | poetry| art

[oceano-de-letras]

Me pregunto si cargas con la culpa o te limpias la conciencia haciéndome responsable de todo.

Javanaise

[perrfectly]

“I think I’ll always be a romantic, you know? Someone could completely rip out my heart and walk away and I’d still be willing to believe in love again. They say hope breeds eternal misery, but really without hope, what else have we got?”

— Kristie Betts (via perrfectly)

[wvstedpotential-deactivated2024]

[stephenstilwell-deactivated2021]

“the sunset looks so good on you, I wish you’d stay tonight.”

— s.s. (stephenstilwell)

[kanoexores]

Zaira, 2020, LA

[wetheurban]

”Girls”, Portraits by Luo Yang

In her series Girls, Beijing-based photographer Luo Yang reveals a side to contemporary China that is rarely seen in the West. Defying stereotypes, Yang’s subjects depict bold, self-aware Chinese women of an emerging generation instead of appearing simply timid and shy. 

Instagram.com/WeTheUrban

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[lolihatemyself-deactivated20190]

[vomitingwords]

"But if I couldn't get love..." she said, "...please let me have peace, instead."

I should stop running in circles // ma.c.a

[boneclocks]

[cuandoyoencontreunsephora]

[dispersa-nefelibata]

Todo o nada

[teacup13-deactivated20200319]

“maybe breathing is the only thing you can do right now. maybe your success is just surviving the day. it’s ok. you don’t need to compare your journey to others. it’s ok. it’s ok to just breathe.”

— Just so you know

[cynsyllables]

"I know I am my saddest when I have the words for it"

— Cynthia Chapman

[ur-stonecold]

¿Por qué sonreíste cuando dijíste que me marcarías ?

Que tonta fuí al pensar que por teléfono...

[danger]

[homietwt]

[olivermejiac]

“Por alguna razón la tristeza, la verdadera, la que no te deja dormir, comer, ni hacer nada, es un motivo de vergüenza, sobre todo cuando llegan personas a decirte que hay gente que sufre más que tú y que no anda llorando por los rincones.”

—

[shmwrites]

the hardest thing i had to do this year was not to remember you as the person who loved me in ways no one else ever had before but to remember you as the person who left me broken in ways i didn’t think i could break.

it doesn’t matter how you loved me, it matters how you left me.