sheisrecovering: Martin Luther King Jr
Tag Archives: writing
i. I will write about myself as a ghost until I die because I have constantly existed in another dimension, here and somewhere else, gone and present, invisible and begging to be touched even though your fingers will pass right through me and my sister and I still haunt these abandoned trailer parks. ii. The …
like taking your breath away, like forgetting what music sounds like, like having to learn how a heart beats all over again, like never seeing the stars again, like feeling nothing but cold, cold cold, like not knowing the answers even to the questions that are carved into your very being, like not living, you …
Something in me wants more. I can’t rest. Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via jgillz)
the grandma aesthetic™
starmoons: nude pinks/creme/beige sweaters are the best things ever invented hands down cats!!!!!!!!!!!! cats your bedroom always smells of burning candles taking care of cute lil plants wearing simple dainty jewelry (bonus points if u own lockets and pearls) nails are painted 24/7 ideal bedtime is before midnight drinking coffee/tea in the mornings owning tons …
s0ftmist: I want to sleep in a soft canopy bed under the stars
y0un0y0u: bechdels: growing up finding girls attractive without registering it as attraction sucks because you basically end up weirdly fixated on them but also super insecure and competitive SOMEONE PUT IT INTO WORDS
A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (via lonehands)
Do you ever realize how badly you’re going to miss a moment while you’re living it? Like wow, these are the good days. I am here and I am happy and I feel alive. (via foreverrwanderlust)