[the-lord-phoenix-deactivated201]

[jbonesimms]

“It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. If they don’t come back, you sleep in the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for yourself alone. Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it doesn’t. We do not perish.”

— Caitlyn Siehl, It Ends or it Doesn’t

[jinxproof]

Ali Michael | ph. Michael Donovan

© Michael Donovan

[balenciagai]

Wedding dress

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937

[nsaint1]

Reminder: the longer you spend engaging in unhealthy habits, looking back, or entertaining people that are not meant for you = the more you are delaying your blessings

[kvrmvstuff]

[lifeinpoetry]

all these words no one notices me pointedly not saying

no one sees me drowning with such intention in the stream of my deleted tweets

— Sachiko Murakami, from “That Feeling When,” Render

[thearcher2019]

i think if a woman says she doesnt ever want kids you should just shut the fuck up and support her 

[nevvzealand-deactivated20130227]

happy birthday someone

[soracities]

Paul Eluard, “Being”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)

[Text ID: “I drag you by the hands when I am lonely In cold streets Dark rooms Crying want

I will not let them go.”]

[idleminds]

[hugal]

[the-meaninglessness-of-existence]

[qhio]

Boredom and teenage angst in 80s America. by Sage Sohier.

[rynoook]

things about love & connection 💐

[weltenwellen]

“Do you understand? My being is breaking up, crumbling.”

— Anaïs Nin in a letter to Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin Henry Miller, 1932-1953