M

Drinking tea in fairyland.

[80s-keery]

[optical-renewal]

“The precise moment a climactic moan fell off her lips she metamorphosed. She tasted the sweetness of the forbidden fruit; my angel- so pure and faultless- was bonded to the beauty of her sapphic transgressions. Though marked by iniquity, her divinity flourished; perhaps the abomination she feared the most was no sin at all…”

-nc

[dollpoetry]

Tell me, did we know each other before we were born into this world? Before we even existed and we were just nothingness? Where are the parallels we promised never to cross? Love me there.

Meet me in a parallel universe. (via dollpoetry)

[inkskinned]

not to be dramatic but i’m sick of being just dandelions to you. bees think i’m beautiful. i used to hate yellow because of how you treated the brightness in me. now i’m seeing yellow glow in everything. you never quite liked my hair or how i swayed while dancing but i’m learning that it’s because you don’t find music in wind and i can. what i’m saying is you saw me as mediocre. and i’m finally learning i deserve better.

[freshmoviequotes]

Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989)

[karlyandcooper-deactivated20190]

Pay attention to whom your energy increases and decreases around, because that’s the universe giving you a hint of who you should embrace or stray from.

(via reefkid)

[inkskinned]

you know he don’t make you sing like i do // r.i.d

[problemheart]

[unreactive]

[inkskinned]

the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.

[st-pam]

idk

[studywithinspo]

The evolution of my bullet journal in seven pictures. I just filmed a new video, it’s a bullet journal flip through detailing all my tips, set-ups, and decorations. if you want to see it click the link. 

[Bullet Journal Flip Through]

[versos-doloridos]

Tan raro el "amor" Tan extraña la atracción Y ahora bullen muchas dudas en mi cabeza Pero la mayor de todas es Porqué te fijaste en mi? Porqué tuviste que posar tus ojos en los mios? Qué quieres de todo esto? Qué obtienes? Que quieres de mí? Es lo que mas incierta, ese no saber, ese no te ilusiones porque vas a volver a caer. Y seguro que caeré, pero creo que me dolería mas no intentarlo. Somos barcos y no hemos sido creados para estar anclados en el muelle. Arriesgarse y salir a mar abierto es lo más difícil pero la mejor decisión. Toma ese riesgo Navega. M

[versos-doloridos]

Aquella mañana sale como siempre de su casa, Tranquila, y con un poco de frío. Es la chica de silenciosas palabras y estrepitoso mundo interior. Aquella que siempre lleva esa bufanda de lana naranja extremadamente grande, con la nariz roja por el frío del otoño. Aquella que puede quedarse mucho tiempo parada sintiendo la lluvia, cómo suena, cuál es su sabor. La distinguirás siempre, ya que deja un rastro de olor a vainilla y canela que sólo puede transportarte a la confortabilidad de tu té y tu sillón preferido. Realmente está enamorada del otoño, y yo de ella. 🍁🍂🍃

[dollpoetry]

My english teacher tells the class that we are not our writing, that we must learn to let someone dissect our words without letting it tear us apart. Ernest Hemingway swallows glass for the ninth time this week as he tells us that there is nothing to writing, that all you do is sit down at a typewriter and let yourself bleed. I stuff another gauze down my throat and ask my english teacher how do I stop bleeding? how do I stop losing my blood for words that do not belong to me? and Ernest Hemingway walks in the class and hands me a piece of glass and tells me to swallow it and tell everyone it means nothing.

You are not your art (but you don’t understand - it’s all from my insides.)

[versos-doloridos]

Tuve que parar Tuve que frenarme Porque el alma va muy rapido El corazon no piensa Los deseos pueden mas Eso que ansías con tanta devocion lo ves con mas posibilidades. Por eso cada mañana, Me despierto sorprendida Abrumada con la facilidad con la que todo puede cambiar en un segundo La opinión que tenias acerca de una persona Como creías tu que la visualizabas… Y de repente sucede, Empiezan las acciones, Y con ellas llegan los pensamientos. Subiendote tan arriba para luego dejarte caer. Por eso esta mañana me sorprendi pensando en tí Esta tarde también me sorprendí buscandote entre la multitud Y esta noche tambien te pensaba. Pero, ahora viene la gran pregunta Sera real? Estara todo en mi cabeza? La verdad es que no lo sé. Sea lo que fuere, por favor, te ruego que no me envenenes. Si soy una presa tuya ten compasion y dejame ir No ves que soy mas joven que el resto de la manada? Mas inexperta? Mas vulnerabre? Diran que las mujeres son viboras Pero el veneno es mucho peor. Poco a poco te ves agonizando sin poder hacer nada para evitarlo. Y te vas pero nadie se da cuenta. El veneno que te dejan en el corazon es mucho peor. Digan lo que digan.

M

[versos-doloridos]