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abril | 21 | Uruguay

currently watching: classic doctor who, legion s3 / probably rewatching good omens

reading: a series of unfortunate events and smoke and mirrors

abril; 23; she/her; uruguay; it was the way she felt when she looked at the stars / SEMI - HIATUS

cryptomnesia:

“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”

— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years (via crowsummer)

marvelous-daydreams:

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Danielle Frankel Studio

tophbefong:

I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. — Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters.

amymarchs:

Light Academia is an academic aesthetic and emotionally positive and visually lighter. Light Academia’s themes are generally emotionally positive, focusing on optimism, sensitivity, joy, gratitude, friendship, motivation, and happy endings.                                                                                      for anon ♡

flowerytale:
“ Shirley Jackson ― The Haunting of Hill House
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flowerytale:

Shirley Jackson ― The Haunting of Hill House

taehyung-bw:

cute pie!!

pluto-babe:

“In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.”

— Virginia Woolf (via bnmxfld)

hoyeonjung23:

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hoyeon jung by jordan walczak

wildflowerveins:

“Well, of course I’ve tried lavender. And pulling my memory out, ribbonlike and dripping. And shrieking into my pillow. And writing the poems. And making more friends. And baking warm brown cookies. And therapy. And intimacy. And pictures of rainbows. And all of the movies about lovers and the terrible things they do to each other. And watching the ones in other languages. And leaving the subtitles off. And listening to the language. And forgetting my name. And feeling the dirt on my skin. And screaming in the shower. And changing my shampoo. And living alone. And cutting my hair. And buying a turtle. And petting the cat. And traveling. And writing more poems. And touching a different body. And digging a grave. And digging a grave. Of course, I’ve tried it. Of course I have.”

september is a weary month, yasmin belkhyr

the-worm-man:

daco-broman:

thatsbelievable:

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shit I missed my window, next week I guess

Reblog on Tuesday to let your followers know it’s safe to leave the bog

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