I Like To Think That Our Blogs Are Just Our Own Little Personal Museums Of All The Things We Like, And

Out of “You’re a disgrace to our family” or “You’re everything we didn’t want our child to be” which is your favourite? I can’t choose, both of them are being used so much 😀

Hearts on the surface of Mars

the utter romantic notion that the stars have a hand in our fate.

all i do is cry, read books, listen to music, and stare at the moon

😌✨🌿yea

tag yourself ; terms of endearment

love - overthinker, long baths with rose petals, sad yet powerful smiles, old libraries, often found staring at the stars, hands smudged with graphite, no sleep™

honey - messy hair, loud yet beautiful laughter, bold colors, swirly handwriting, pink lipstick, wandering through art museums, dancing for no reason, vibrant dreams

sweetheart - summer breezes, compliments everyone, probably owns a pair of overalls, tea drinker, can’t sing for shit but still does anyway, favorite type of food is dessert

cutie - likes baking, says they’re stupid but is actually really damn smart, wants pastel hair, takes really nice notes, ice cream, favorite article of clothing is an oversized hoodie, pretty eyes

darling - s o f t, fav color is either yellow or pink, lots of flowers, wants to pet a cat, sleepy, actually has time to eat breakfast, rainy days, lip gloss

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it’ll be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

Why do I always have to torture myself by replaying conversations and overanalysing every word I said

Do you know that line in The Perks of Being a Wallflower? The one that says “this one moment when you know you’re not just a sad story. You are alive.” that resonates so much with me, because it’s true, it’s so damn true!

I don’t know who needs to hear this right now, but life isn’t supposed to be one big mass of pain, it really isn’t. You are so allowed to seek for happiness, and to fight with your nails and teeth for it, to screw off people that aren’t good for you, to say no, to do whatever it is that helps you and that makes you happy. You can scream, you really can, you can rip pages, you can fuck your room up, if necessary. Feel it, because you didn’t deserve that pain, you really didn’t, friend. So rage if you need to, or lay down, or cry, or watch that movie that makes you forget everything else, or listen to that music that you hold in your heart. Let your heart rest, and maybe it won’t be that heavy when you wake up.