If you can sincerely smile to differences you meet along in this journey, you will understand that everything has its own way, everyone has their own way. It takes humility and courage to just let them be, and it takes self-love to stay in peace among differences. rezarusandi (via wnq-writers)
Tag Archives: writing
December. I am gold. Like the moonlight. My lips still taste like the alcohol on your breath the first night we met. They are warm and swollen. Your kiss memorized in my brain. I am floating on a cloud. My heart begins to thaw as your hand touches mine. The snowflakes lace between my hair …
newmoongoddess: stargazing, the smell of earth after it rains, misty mornings by the sea, earl grey tea, lavender, the smell of old books, charcoal drawings, braids, long conversations late at night, quiet afternoons spent listening to music, baking, owls, winter, open windows, getting so absorbed in a book you forget the world exists, snow globes, …
things to become
s0ftmist: a liquid sunset honeycomb angel wings sea silk a river nymph a plush bunny peach nectar a forest faery
In the end, our bones are made out of stardust and our tears all taste the same. // us j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)
Art References Tumblr Accounts!
finaltrinity: Some of these may be in the wrong category. Some may need to be in another category! Do tell me (through my ask box) if I need to change or add something! Have fun looking through these accounts! HUMAN ANATOMY http://anatomicalart.tumblr.com/ http://amazinglyartisticadvice.tumblr.com/ http://learninganatomy.tumblr.com/ http://artutorials.tumblr.com/ http://referencesforartists.tumblr.com/ http://the-art-post.tumblr.com/ http://ibelievepracticemakesperfect.tumblr.com/ http://human-proportions.tumblr.com/ FASHION/CLOTHING http://lifestylefashion.tumblr.com/ http://drawthisdress.tumblr.com/ http://saranghaex5.tumblr.com/ http://vogue.tumblr.com/ http://carnevaledivenezia.tumblr.com/ …
laezei: shitty princess
it’s the kind of night where you know what the moon feels like, it’s the kind of night where you realize just how much stardust runs through your veins, it’s the kind of night where the words flow out of you as if you’ve never written before, it’s the kind of night where you finally …