Pupajuana - 18+

there is a special kind of loneliness that comes at the end of summer. even as the sun’s warmth lingers, there’s a quiet feeling that something has slipped away. like the last echo of laughter carried off by the wind. this time of year always brings a touch of sadness & melancholy but within that sadness, there’s also this strange comfort. a hope that despite the ending, new beginnings are just around the corner

deers are everything i wish to be, ethereal and painfully beautiful with innocent doe eyes ♡

sam sifton, from the nyt “what to cook right now” newsletter

Just let go. It’s supposed to unfold beautifully and with ease, not with force.

there it goes - maisie peters

You don’t have to be healed to deserve the good things in your life.

-Josue Camargo

being paranoid is funny bc like well what if i'm right

When nobody wakes you up in the morning, when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want, what do you call it, Freedom or Loneliness?

Charles Bukowski