inknopewetrust:

Me with any minor inconvenience of life:

crax:

“True love is like a ghost many have talked about, but few have seen.”

— the sad truth (via hatin)

(via stolen-ferrari)

autumnalsoul:

“Autumn leaves crunching beneath my feet and the smell of the crisp air. I clutch my hot tea tightly and breathe in the bliss of this season.”

— autumnalways (via autumnalways)

thestrawberrynight:

having a little house where you can meet autumn and prepare for winter, wearing old black dresses, wandering through the forest, picking up leaves and berries for winter, drinking a lot of tea while looking in the window, reading old books and making love potions

rubyfruitnb:

of course the first ever sin was a woman eating

(via laecherlich)

rydersworldbro:

My life is dying before my very own eyes and there’s no way to revive it because I’m so fucking internally divided between wanting to live to my truest potential and wanting to die before everything becomes inconsequential because I’ve gone entirely fucking mental // this divide is not gentle; it is a wrenching chasm where my insides collide as they make their way to either side - my minds eye opens too wide and I see way too much to be able to keep in touch with reality as everyone around me seems to perceive it // frankly I can’t sit here calmly while you all believe it // the shit that they feed you to keep you placid, it’s erosive like acid // we’re crumbling inside, there’s nowhere to hide // we’re nothing but sitting ducks and not one single person seems to give enough of a fuck to try and get the hell out of this place // there was a dark, dark turn that the world took while I was asleep, years ago // it’s almost like I woke up in another reality laying below the one I used to belong to // the one that didn’t feel so god damn wrong too // I know you wouldn’t believe me but I was strong there too // it was different, I was different there // not everything felt so far beyond repair and there was a care // a tangible, real empathy carried in the air and there was connection between people // wherever we are now people just kind of ‘seem’ like people // but they’re not the same, they’re hollow, they’re not the same // maybe it’s my brain, I’m being swallowed, it’s definitely my brain // there’s a distant dinging sound and an announcement that the doors are closing and I don’t know any of these stations or where the fuck I’m going but I know I want to get the hell off of this god damn train.

• I need a departure from the pain // ©️@rarasworldbro

aoife-sienna: