𝖨𝖽𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

Hello god it's me again....

Is it really love when they don’t listen to your rants on all your fictional crushes then secretly do things to match up to them?

50 posts!

Lol yay i guess

A dinner is cool but how about we spend the night staring at the moon together?

I'm convinced the love of my life is ranting about holding hands and kissing my temple in their dark academia blog on Tumblr

““A cup is useful only when it is empty; and a mind that is filled with beliefs, with dogmas, with assertions, with quotations is really an uncreative mind.””

— Jiddu Krishnamurti

“Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of a natural death.”

— Anais Nin

“She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.”

— Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)

What kind of a life would you want if you had the freedom and resources to choose?

Personally a little overstuffed cottage by the fields, a little family, a small library and a florist stall at the front would suffice.

“I wrote poetry, I befriended the ghosts inside”

— (via michaelbogild)

One fine day my bestfriend asked me why I was so sad all the time and I just thought about how everything and nothing was making me sad. It wasn't a concrete experience I could pick out of my mind and say, "hey I'm sad about this", because honestly I don't know. I don't know what I'm sad about and I want to tell you I'm not okay but I don't know where to begin there is so much to be sad about and so less to be happy for. Sadness is a constant feeling, my sanctuary and happiness is like grains of sand it keeps slipping from my palms the more I try to hold on to it so I've stopped trying.