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And so again the hollow pitter-patter of the rain on broad June leaves - as the hungry, hungry sky swallows the deep blue hills // Part 14
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gorgeous gorgeous girls are focusing on themselves, trying to build better habits and preserve their boundaries
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It’s like wondering if you’ll be noticed and not wanting to be looked at - at the same time. ‘Will they ever realize?’ I wonder. 'Please don’t try to.’ I beg. I remember the lump in my throat from when I was a child. It wanted to be louder. To be listened to and smiled at. And then when I grew into my teen years it wanted to be liked. To be fantasized over and kissed. Now here I am - young and yet withered so far… And I don’t know if I want to be perceived at all.
I stuff soap in my mouth and watch my skin lie to me every morning and I forget what time is… I cling to my braids and disappear as I walk.
- Dracona-Azar Infernalis
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“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people, ‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.”
— Courtney C. Stevens; The Lies About Truth
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“I’ve got this tiny pang of regret when I think of how much I have probably missed out on in the last few years because I was too scared to take a risk, or too shy to speak up, or too worried to be bold. It is my one wild and precious life, after all.”
— Jessi Kirby, Golden
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less romanticizing high school more media about how being 17 is the worst human experience imaginable
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anyway for the record, yes, so-and-so did use girl power when she committed a bunch of murders. it's called girl power not girl ethics or girl qualms or girl wisdom or whatnot.
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𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: August 11. Nothing, nothing. END ID]
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I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months
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It matters because I gave it meaning bitch
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“Promise me not to hide yourself when you’re in pain, it’s unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone”
— Unknown
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“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers. Always hold that close.”
— Danielle Doby
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