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almost home
noise dept.
$LAYYYTER
Stranger Things

Andulka
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
taylor price
Peter Solarz
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

izzy's playlists!
Not today Justin

JBB: An Artblog!
Jules of Nature
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ojovivo
hello vonnie
todays bird

oozey mess
styofa doing anything

roma★

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@yesitsmeregina
ig: sashachistova
new hair color
I just want someone to choose me and never stop choosing me
(via lightsilhouettes)
IDK
These past few months have been pretty tough for me. I let someone into my life... a person that I thought would change me, to become a person that is truly happy. And I gotta admit, I was for a cool moment. Throughout those couple of months, I was introduced to a person that can never truly open up to somebody. Even to someone that has a pure heart. A heart that wants to give their all, even if it is broken. The reason of them not opening up was because of a past love that they still keep in their heart. A first love that will never die. What doesn't make sense is that, why open your heart to someone to "figure" out what you really want? And you knowing the other persons intentions are the ones that you would want reciprocated from the person you love. I have no idea what I'm trying to get out of this story/message/letter.. whatever. It's just a way for me to poor out the words I can't say right now. K bye. -long story short
Before I am flesh, I am first my mother’s jewel, formed inside her womb more hurricane than love and more loved than broken. Diamond , she says, do not be diamond for people who don’t understand how much of you had to hurt before you could call yourself beautiful, before the mirror made sense for being a mirror, before all your scars were blood, first, and healing, second. This rain. This rain and thunder has so much of you before it became a part of the sky. What I am trying to say is, You are sky. What I am trying to say is, It’s okay if your parts suddenly become parts of a decaying thunderstorm, darling, you cannot call the sky a sky without it. Before I am flesh, I am first my mother’s jewel, formed inside her womb more kind than angry, more forgiving than I’ve ever given myself credit for, and more loved than I ever was since the day I was born.
Kharla M. Brillo || before i am flesh (via pouvoires)
My little flower 🌸
Robin Holzken
Maybe the moon is beautiful only because it is far. لربما القمر ليس جميلا إلا لأنه بعيد
Mahmoud Darwish (via kushandwizdom)
Before you kiss someone for the first time, just wait. Take a second to look at them. They are so new, so unfamiliar. Right now you don’t know how they taste, how their hands will press against your skin, how they’ll breathe. You won’t see them like this again. Look at them wanting - the apprehension in their eyes. They don’t know either. In their mind you are uncharted territory. Isn’t that special? Keep it. That’s how you’ll never lose them. Every so often afterwards look at them through these eyes. Don’t lose that wonder. Don’t lose the spark.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #197 (via blossomfully)
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