loving awareness ॐ

bronzyglow:

this blog is a museum of my heart

(via xsaveasdraft)

drizzlingtears:

*sits and listens to the rain*

(via nuala-luna)

papayajuan2019:

i love being shy and weird sometimes actually. kiss me

stlamb:

stlamb:

i dont give a fuck!!!!!!!

lateafternoonsunlight:

why is life sooooooo beautiful and profound and sad and completely empty

aestheticdivision:

/ Theo Gosselin

antiqueanimals:

Nature’s Marvels. Text by Lucy Berman. Illustrations by Roy Coombs. 1971.

Internet Archive

wordfather:

sorry i cant do that right now im having a year long moment

hangsawoman:

my hobbies? uhh.. peeling back the layers…. uncovering metaphors.. mirroring…..connecting dots…..stuff like that

crippled-pvp:

the point of life is petting little kitty cats

fairycosmos:

nostalgia will have you thinking delusional crap like “i miss being 14.” no the fuck i don’t!!!

catmask:

i love when ur inside chilling or cleaning and it suddenly starts raining hard as hell YESSSSS IM A LITTLE MOUSE IN A TREE HOLLOW HOUSE

fromdarzaitoleeza:

fromdarzaitoleeza:

Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.