niña de ojos tristes

[angeldevil11]

[the-night-flovver]

[nixscriptum]

[yourfakedreamer]

Silence

This year

has worn me down

like rain carving stone

quiet, constant,

merciless.

I kept trying to belong,

to fit into rooms

that never made space for me.

Now I’m tired

of folding myself

into smaller and smaller shapes.

I feel like a leftover thought,

an echo no one hears.

I show up,

but I never seem to matter.

I speak,

but nothing I say feels enough.

I don’t shine.

I don’t move people.

I’m not easy to love

I know that.

There’s nothing special in me.

No spark,

no softness

that makes someone stay.

I hate what I am.

I hate what clings to me.

Even the things I make

feel like reminders

of everything I’ll never be.

Some days,

I can’t find a reason

to keep trying.

And the silence

that silence inside me

is the loudest thing of all

[saintavangeline]

My mom took these

[deletingmyself]

(by Seele An)| Hangzhou, China

[daisylambs]

[traumacatholic]

Thinking about Fray Bigotón (brother moustache), mascot of the Franciscan Monastery of Cochabamba in Bolivia who was adopted after being found as a stray

[anti-vierge]

@god-infected

[dozydawn]

[yourfakedreamer]

Lonely Bed

It’s on nights like this

that the bed feels too big

too cold,

too quiet,

too empty.

As if the mattress knows

you’re supposed to be here,

right next to me.

It’s on nights like this

that I reach across the sheets,

hoping to find you,

just to rest against your chest,

wrapped in the arms

that feel like home

the only place

I ever feel truly safe.

It’s on nights like this

that I miss the sound

of you falling asleep beside me,

the slow rhythm of your breathing,

the heartbeat that always

sings me to sleep.

Tonight is one of those nights.

The bed is too big.

Too empty.

[dozydawn]

nomadicmoonarts

[ptimepoet]

- Clementine Von Radics

[frailnbedazzled-deactivated2025]

Velvet Slouchy Tote

Johnny Was

[evenasmallcough]

Flowers

Some men never think of it. You did. You'd come along And say you'd nearly brought me flowers But something had gone wrong.

The shop was closed. Or you had doubts— The sort that minds like ours Dream up incessantly. You thought I might not want your flowers.

It made me smile and hug you then. Now I can only smile. But, look, the flowers you nearly brought Have lasted all this while.

- Wendy Cope

[flowrrs4u]

I am good. I am loved.

[littlealienproducts]

Studio Ghibli Inspired Nail Art by BlancNail

[littlealienproducts]

Lily & Bead Necklace by LolaTapiocapearls