felicità

grow towards the sun 18, California

[whatever-ho-deactivated20140923]

[anancientheart]

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

[anancientheart]

whenever i post this it works  reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet 

[roadmovies]

[melisica]

[clawmarks]

Mater amoris et doloris - 1726 - via Internet Archive

[hauntedchaos]

[extrasad]

I want that undeniable kind of love when your mom asks about me I hope your cheeks turn pink and you have to keep your lips pressed shut because if you open your mouth you won’t be able to keep from telling her how fucking in love you are the kind of love you wear on all of your clothes even on your skin and between strands of hair the kind of love everyone can see, even when the two of us are on opposite sides of the room the kind of love that you can see in pictures and hear in my voice I want my voice to sound like love I want strangers to speak to me and think “wow, she’s in love.” I hope you never bite me out of the tips of your fingernails or rinse me out of your hair I hope you never shrug me off or tell your dad that we’re only friends because I’ve had that kind of love love that you can brush under the carpet when you need to the kind of love that disappears while you kiss her but comes back the second you see me I don’t want the kind of love that you can ignore, I want that in your fucking face, in your mouth, in your hair, in your teeth, on your sleeves kind of love.

(via extrasad)

[uvparadise]

[bl-ossomed]

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic

Frida Kahlo (via alunit)

[raddest-kidd-deactivated2020061]

I have late night conversations with the moon, she tells me about the sun and i tell her about you

[birdasaurus]

Silvia Conde

[sunsetico-deactivated20250705]

on my first date with happiness, i decided i had enough of oversized black tshirts and loose black jeans so i threw on a yellow sundress, which i found after passing through my closet like a raging hurricane; as always, i was running late. on my first date with happiness, i decided i was going to let her fall in love with my natural self so i put down my concealer, mascara, lipstick and eyeliner. and i ornament myself with rings and necklaces, a spray of flowery, sweet perfume. on my first date with happiness, i decided i was going to let her in so i told her my everything, i was afraid, of course but i knew i would have to, at least, give her a chance to get to know me, i would have to give my tired self a chance to stop being a fucking liar. on my first date with happiness, i said: “hey, my name is sadness. but i want to learn to be happy again.” on my first date with happiness, i let a little bit of life reach my insides after a whole long time of having myself against myself.

on my first date with happiness. (via sunsetico)

[heavensghost]

13 beaches, Lana Del Rey

[rumineely]

[thelovejournals]

show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and i will show you how it still shines like gold.

Nikita Gill (via thelovejournals)

[goodreadss]

[irynka]

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

unknown (via alunit)