I’m content with the quiet things, the soft times, and the gentle moments. I’m at peace in the rain, reading on a porch as the wind so gently blows by. I’m satiated by the way the leaves rustle, and the gentle dance of the branches. I’m contented by the little pieces of time in living.
i love when my mutuals go on reblogging sprees of random pieces of media i’ve never heard of. Like idk who these people r but i love ur current hyperfixation blorbo looks so cute there
This is what I have so far.
For some books I'm still missing sources, and I know it's not complete or ✨️Aesthetic✨️. But if there is anything that you think should be on there, let me know.
This is the kind of love I want. The ability to just talk and talk and talk until eternity, slow, soft love. Love that's kind.
literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.
GOD I HATE MYSELF
i can’t cry when i need to, but random things can trigger me so fucking bad and i start to cry in random places and i just look ridiculous
And i did it in front of my parents today, and since the day before yesterday i wanted to cry, and today while i was just fucking eating i started to cry and god, i wanted to cry so bad but i couldn’t cry *there* and now i’ll just have my parents scold me all the way home, for being so fucking ridiculous
And i just got to think of dumb excuses because i can’t tell them i’m just so fucking tired of everything
I could never live near the sea for two main reason, 1. I hate how annoying the sand is. 2. I would drown myself within the two weeks living there.
i love it when a new month begins and the tumblr girlies start posting poem excerpts about current month
Sometimes I just sit here and think about how Rick really wrote the Gayest, most heartbreaking, angsty love story between Percy and Nico that spanned across 2 book series, just to try and end it with, "lol jk 🤪"
I am hungry for touch & ashamed to be looked at
— Safia Elhillo, from "Summer," Girls That Never Die
“And then in the worst moment I hope there is someone holding my hand and say everything will be okay.”
— Thoughtkick