~Acidic Dream$~

I overcame the craving for my death by becoming close friends with the pain.

oblitarumnm-deactivated20230712:

“Don’t be in a hurry to love me. Don’t spill all your love on me so quickly, because hurried loves leak through the fingers to the ground. They sweeten beyond what we can bear and make us sick, craving a pinch of salt. So if you’re going to love me anyway, love me slowly. Love me in detail, in consistency, just a little bit every day, and for the rest of our lives.”

— Letters to my last love.

(Source: oblitarum)

hangsawoman:

my hobbies? uhh.. peeling back the layers…. uncovering metaphors.. mirroring…..connecting dots…..stuff like that

wedarkacademia:

“𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡’s 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛?”

~ Tyler Knott Gregson

classycookiexo:

aidashakur:

In the era of loving myself more.

dq-7:

Literally my type >>

deviika:

Jane O. Wayne // Kate Jacobs

fromdarzaitoleeza:

fromdarzaitoleeza:

Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

chillpotato:

Mieko Kawakami, from ’Heaven’