geniusoflove:

i go online to see the little men i like so i can scroll by them n say hi sweetie

metamorphesque:

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.]

faeriefully:

social media has really warped our perception of creativity and hobbies. Stop doing things to post them. Just write. Just journal. Just sketch. Just read. Just annotate. Just sing. Just crochet. Just do the thing you’re going to do with the assumption no one will ever see or know you did it. Stop performing. Just enjoy it.

romanceangel:

“I want to be a woman who can face her own face,”

— L.I. Henley, from “Everywhere is the Finding of Not Wings,” published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry
(via lifeinpoetry)

thelovejournals:

“You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.”

— Iain Thomas, The City Rises and Falls

afadthatlastsforever:

“And when we kissed one another for the first time I could swear I heard our souls whisper ever so quietly, ‘Welcome home.’”

— Beau Taplin || Welcome home.