See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

blairwitchapologist:

heavensickness:

Magnolias are so ancient plants that almost every other plant and insect who came to being around the same time as them has gone extinct by now. They are the loneliest plants in this world. Does anybody understand how much grief it gives me that the symbolic flower of Kuras is magnolia.

may i please direct your attention to the poem dinosaurs smelled magnolias by dalton day!!!!!

heavensghost:

it’s quiet here

sasturno:

há muita urgência dentro de mim. não sei explicar de outra forma.

firstfullmoon:

“I don’t care what happens. I love you and that’s what I wanted to say over the phone. That’s what I wanted to write. I love you. Let things go to smash. I love you.”

— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin written c. September 1932 (via violentwavesofemotion)

quotefeeling:

“I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

florejaram:

tabaquiar:

eu queria poder te contar que ainda vejo você, ainda leio você, ainda penso em você, de uma forma confusa e distante. chorei por algo que nunca tive, que nunca me possuiu, e esse algo é você. como eu quis te ligar para te contar do meu medo da morte, da minha falta de esperança em dias melhores, como eu queria te falar da estrela cadente que vi ontem e que nunca deixei o cigarro. eu queria poder te encontrar toda terça e a gente falar das mesmas asneiras de sempre. sempre te vejo, porém nunca é você. não sei se te esqueço ou te espero, mas sei que enquanto a gente não se resolve, derramo um pouco do nosso amor toda vez que choro.

já são 104 dias sem cigarro e uma vida inteira sem você

latibule-e:

When Richard siken said “it keeps coming back to that: what do i do with these hands?” and when Mitski said “i don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands” and when Olivia gatwood said “what am i, if not yours? what do i do with my hands when they are just hands?” and when Sylvia plath said “what did my fingers do before they held him? what did my heart do, with its love?

cottagecoregrandma:

red cottagecore moodboard! <3

soracities:

love is blue. even when it is yellow, even when it is red, even when it is a greenery, flushing through your head. love is blue, and blue, and blue. always. always. eternally–blue.

“Comme l'eau

Comme l'eau qui court

Moi mon coeur

Court après ton amour”

shannoneva:

“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via quotespile)