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Me @ everyone: look at the moon
“She is the keeper of the soul. She is the soul-maker, the wolf-raiser, the keeper of things wild.”
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992
“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”
— Ivan Turgenev
ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚
here’s some fairy dust to everyone who is struggling with problems but trying their best to stay soft-hearted and determined ✩
“I will gaze at the moon and cleanse my heart.”
— Zeami
“You move like the moon.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Michael Hamburger, from “To Hölderlin” (via existential-celestial)
“Basically, what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she’d fly.”
— The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides (via sayyestolove)
♡ 。 ♡。 ♡
♡。 ＼ ｜ ／。 ♡
she’s from another dimension
♡。 ／ ｜ ＼。 ♡
。 ♡。 。 ♡。
“Melancholia and the Moon ~ two creatures of the same womb.”
— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)
autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.
Especially simping for the moon.
life is crying, reading books, drinking coffee, listening to like 2 songs, yearning, simping for the moon and then you die
10:03pm
💜
“Persephone’s beauty was barbarous, it resembled flaming crimson roses.”
— Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Hellish,”
This is so me.
imagine owning an independent bookstore with a cafe and bakery with a cat that sleeps on the windowsills and people like to pet her while they browse the shelves
who ever decided to put ice in coffee was a pretty cool dude i think
*cuts up strawberries and shares them with you
i could give you the sauce, the ingredients, and the blueprint, yet, you still couldn’t do it like me. tragic.
HOLA, KITTY, YA APRENDÍ A HACER PREGUNTAS. 💞💞💞💞💞💞
OMG, SALEM 💜💜💜💜💜
/abrazo.
the ocean is therapy!!!!
☁️
af·ter·glow
/ˈaftərˌɡlō/
noun the color left in the sky after the sun has set or good feelings that remain after a successful or pleasurable experience.
<3
Killing Me Softly, The Fugees
. ﾟ𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 ♡
✧ .
· ♡ 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙 ｡
“your skin smells like light. i think you are the moon.”
— nayyirah waheed
just me, her, (the aliens) and the moon