"Aching to be with you, some say.. well I yearn and softly burn to be with you every day. May I have your hand? I'd like to dance the night away like the moon crossing the wanting sky, I'll twirl you like a planet.. let our stars cross, let our constellations collide. I am an inch from aching as I look into your smile, I gander, I get lost.. a breath from remembrance, aching, aching, heart wrenching to be with you my moon. I ache, my heart swells.. you could never tell by looking at my face, but oh how I ache to be in the presence of such beauty."

Even my memory aches when it comes to you - eUë

when camus said the literal meaning of life is whatever you're doing that prevents you from killing yourself

I said something once and it didn’t really go very well

The adventures of loverboy and hatergirl

typical journal entry: [anger] [mourning] [expressing joy over the mundane] [regret] [longing] [regret] [anger] [what i ate today] [crushing loneliness] [wishing my friends well] [single line of poetry] [anger] [mourning] [list of goals] [list of fears] [list of tasks to be done] [goodbye]

to love ceaselessly is not to love recklessly. to love ceaselessly is simply to love despite. despite being hurt, despite being heartbroken, despite enduring pain. it’s the act of not allowing the downfalls of life to harden you, but rather to learn from them and move on. but it’s not to love without reason, and to give anyone the luxury of being loved by you. do not get these concepts confused. romanticizing staying past the point you should has led so many people to perpetuating toxic relationships, whether it be with family, friends, or romantic partners. and it’s fucked up that on top of that pain, they have to feel bad for deciding enough is enough & pulling the plug

i don’t care that you’re weird. in fact, i encourage it. hell, I’ll be weird with you, the fuck..

Vincent van Gogh, Wheat Fields after the Rain, 1890, oil on canvas Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh, PA

“I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out of the garden crying.”

— Allen Ginsberg, from “Transcription of Organ Music,” Howl and Other Poems (City Lights Books, 1994)

From Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy (1895).

Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World

life would be so much easier if I did not have The Troubles

the one thing i will always fiercely & unabashedly resent is the stance that someone is “too old for something” past a certain age. telling someone they’re “too old” to enjoy a show or practice a hobby or have a personality or do anything that’s not considered “mature” is one of the ugliest standards society has managed to ingrain into people’s brains. please pursue what makes you happy without shame. if it doesn’t hurt you or anyone else, then it’s no one’s business but yours. you owe no one an explanation. but you do owe yourself authenticity & happiness. & no one can decide how that looks like but you

FUCK THIS *goes for a walk*

2023 REBRANDING ‘ME HAVING A HARD TIME BREATHING FROM ANXIETY’ AS ‘BREATHLESS AT THE PROSPECT OF GOING INTO NEW AND WONDERFUL AND UNCHARTED WATERS’

my constant mindless reblogging has been congratulated by tumblr. thank you