Show & Tell
#extradirty
Discoholic 🪩
Monterey Bay Aquarium
No title available
pixel skylines
hello vonnie
roma★
No title available
sheepfilms
noise dept.
Keni
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
will byers stan first human second
NASA
Xuebing Du
oozey mess
Product Placement
wallacepolsom
seen from United States
seen from Azerbaijan
seen from Taiwan
seen from United States
seen from Sweden
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from India
seen from Peru
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from India
seen from Brazil
@writethetruth
you will wake up on a saturday morning in december and slip on soft socks and look out the window watching snowflakes fall and listen to that music you love and all this will be just a funny memory faded away in the back of your mind until you barely remember it anymore and the white sky will be full of light and open futures waiting for you while you finish your tea
writethetruth
the thing about falling in love
No one believes you.  Not even yourself.  We dance around it and sidestep it, turn our eyes away, scroll through our phones and giggle.  We’re scared. We’re scared of real love and we’re especially scared of being loved.  It’s one of the anomalies of the human soul.
But I hate the way how I keep on finding you, in every little thing that surrounds me, even if I tried to erase you and your beautiful name in my memory.
ma.c.a // Clear and Near (via vomitingwords)
How could I be sure about flying if falling feels the same?
from  submission #424 (via 10secondstosayitall)
I met someone today. He asked my name and said it was the most beautiful name he ever heard. He made me laugh and smirked at me until I blushed dark red. That was the first time I felt warm since you’ve left. I was scared.
(via stories-i-will-never-write
It’s not the pain I’m afraid of; I know about the pain. What I’m afraid of is the end of this small, sweet dream.
Stephen King, Rose Madder (via wordsnquotes)
sometimes we fall in love.
Sometimes we’re simply consumed by a passing obsession that fades in a few weeks or months.  Sometimes we hold hands and dance around the truth of our insecurity and confusion, craving fulfillment and trust that we know we’ll never find this way, squeezing our eyes shut against reality.  Sometimes we gaze and wish and wonder until the distant flashing colors lose their charm and we sigh and pick up our books and go back to our everyday lives. Sometimes we just ignore.
Sometimes we fall in blinding, whirling, arresting, living, thought-provoking love. Love so breathtaking that it draws us in and makes us think and cry and reach out shaking to touch the colors of each other’s souls.  Love so real that it heals, fills, strengthens.  Love that could last forever.
It’s mind love, soul love, not body love.  You never believe it, so we learn to doubt ourselves.  We’re young, we’re foolish, we’re high on life and hormones. We shut it away and set it aside for another day, another year, because we aren’t ready, or able, or allowed. You tell us that we are good kids. We smile and go to our next class.
That’s why it hurts us so deeply.  Because once we lose it, we’ll never know.
if you’re not afraid to say it, it’s probably not truth.
