the-youthclub:

unreadable:

letsbelonelytogetherr:

“I miss you more than I remember you.”

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

mugofsoup:

i wasn’t supposed to be a person i should be a well-loved mug or a worn paperback book or a favorite hoodie or a keychain plushie or something

kharacore:

jenny holzer

luv-sicc:

“I studied my mother. I digested her pain. And vowed no woman on my path would have to walk the same.”

— Atmosphere, “Fuck You Lucy” (via loungin-hiphop)

Remember when tumblr was the safest space we had. I miss that feeling. The feeling like no matter who I was or what I felt I could come here and say it. I want to be able to say it.

I don’t think I have it in me anymore. I am lost, and I am tired.

I wish I could say a million sorrys to a million people.

I want to right my wrongs and send all of the messages I should have sent.

But I think the only wrong there is to right is the idea that I keep living when I should have stopped a long time ago.

belovedbi:

stained glasses i want in my future home

winslowat3am:

“You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry, don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.”

– Walter Hagen 🌼🏵️💐

thefaeriefolk:

kihningcries:

I just think you should sing no matter what you sound like and draw or paint no matter what it looks like