I Look At You And See A Whole Universe. A Beautiful Construction Of So Many Different Parts. You’re

queens

A happy meal 🍔 🍟 💗

Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can. 

“And maybe in forty-something years, we’ll be living in a house across the sea. You’ll be 62, and I’ll be 63. I’ll be the one painting your fingernails because by then you’ll be having arthritis in your hands even if I’ll be having arthritis in my hands too. We’ll be sitting in front of the ocean for a little while when all we can do is hold hands and how holding hands can still count as making love. We’ll be holding hands whenever one of us remembers our sad youth. We’ll be holding hands whenever one of us remembers a regret, a mistake and none of it will really matter because by then we’d still have each other. We’ll be holding hands until the end of our golden days as we love each other so gently to teach our grandchildren how love is a kind of soft chaos that dances for all eternity. We’ll be holding hands while soft dancing our way towards nothingness until it’s finally time for one of us to let go knowing how love was always meant to be.”

— juansen dizon, Grow old with you

life is better when you’re dead

I have this terribly strange habit of cutting myself open, for the pain and sorrow to crawl in and reside within my bones, of drowning myself in a sea of everlasting longing for something that is no longer there.

Lukas W. // Terribly strange habit (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

honestly just holding your hand would make me hella happy

missing them extra hard today :(

"if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around" yes you would. if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. to love someone is to turn around. to love someone is to look at them. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her. because he will always, always turn around. "if i was orpheus i would simply —" you wouldn't be orpheus. you wouldn't be brave enough to walk into the underworld and save the person you love. be serious

I never knew what I wanted to do. I studied law, human resources, I had a job at a bank, it was shitty. And one day in the street, I was scouted as a model. That allowed me to make some money, and one morning, two and a half years ago, I woke up and I told myself: “Oh yeah, I’d like to be an actor.” I enrolled at a school, and I started the next day. And that’s all I’ve been doing since.

Happy 26th Birthday, Maxence Danet Fauvel! (June 27, 1993)

Happy Holidays. 💙

My poetry collections Confessions of a Wallflower (2017) & I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction (2018) are available on Amazon if you’re interested in having a copy of your own. 💙

They’re also about mental health, healing, depression, self-care, and self-love. 💙

You can grab a copy of Confessions of a Wallflower here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542396859 🌷

You can grab a copy of I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1721578641 🌷

Stay safe, and I wish you hope, love and healing. ✨