leaving the path of someone who you have loved is such a unique and beautiful experience. its easily one of the hardest things ive ever experienced but once its done its so pretty how they stay with you... my favorite actress, who i was introduced by you, the crochet stars leftover from the christmas gift i sent across the world to you, your interests that are still fresh in my brain, the book you lent me that i never had the chance to return
killing myself dying disintegrating exploding deathing pleasd deomefnennplease
something genuinely insane about going somewhere and getting to feel “i had some of the worst years of my life here” and “i was loved here, once” simultaneously.
{Words by: Virginia Woolf from day and night/ Mahmoud Darwish}
love is real. i hope it will happen to me
Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas
remembering someone’s name after a single mention, listening without interrupting, being funny without being mean, being unafraid to chase your passions, holding yourself accountable, being kind without being a doormat, compassion, being open to learning even if you already know so much, taking risks & making mistakes
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what iiiffffff we all just collectively die
what if im never loved in a different way
i like to write random messy words and repost things that are so me!
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