Season Tree

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

—    Nikos Kazantzakis (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: larmoyante, via frentemarchita)

I fell asleep on my couch watching old romance movies
with my glasses still on and my book in my hands.
I woke up and ate a spoon-full of frosting
and debated whether I should set the coffee maker for the morning.

I have a king size bed with a blanket on the end I never unfold.
I always sleep on the left side, the right side kept perfectly made.
some nights my room is so quiet I can hear my heartbeat.
quiet is something I’ve had to get used to.

I bought a glass bottle of root beer today and couldn’t get the cap off.
this man gently took it out of my hands,
opened it, smiled and walked away.

I was talking to my friends about how I want to find love,
honestly I’m not sure that I really do.

unless it’s someone who would close my book
and take off my glasses when I fall asleep on the couch.
unless it’s someone that will kiss frosting off my lips
and make me excited to set the coffee maker
(because I’ll know that in the morning I’ll take two cups
out of the cabinet and smile as I pour hazelnut creamer)
unless it’s someone who will mess up my sheets
and perfectly made bed,
making this room a little less quiet.

unless it’s someone that will laugh as I struggle to open a glass bottle of root beer and instead of opening it for me he says,
“you can do it, I know you can

—   (via whisperingbones)

(via frentemarchita)



(Source: qawiya, via caninodeoiro)

“I’m still depressed, but how depressed I am varies, which is good. Much of the time, it’s a comfortable numbness that just makes things feel muted. Other times, I’m standing in the shower or something and I can feel the nothingness hurtling toward me at eight thousand miles per hour and there’s nothing I can really do aside from let it happen and wait until it goes away again.”

—   Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half  (via perfect)

(Source: acidwash-and-lemonade, via amberclavicle)

💭 #frida #quote

“So, transform yourself first…Because you are young and have dreams and want to do something meaningful, that in itself, makes you our future and our hope. Keep expanding your horizon, decolonize your mind, and cross borders.”

—   Yuri Kochiyama  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: larmoyante, via meditationsinwonderland)


i want to kiss you and take cute pictures with you and go on stupid dates but I also want kill you for making me feel things

(Source: longful, via space-douche)

“I drink to separate my body from my soul.”

—   Oscar Wilde (via daydreamdelusion)

(via maniacfest)

🐙 #art #red #bliss
🌾#nature #hike (en Parque Nacional Volcán Irazu)
🌾#nature #hike (en Parque Nacional Volcán Irazu)

“I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out.”

—   (via incompleet)

(Source: floweringo, via thoughtsandwhateverilike)

“I miss how you wanted me.”

—   six word story, #18  (via terrible)

(Source: lovelikewolves, via kalidoscopique)

“You tend to distance yourself from others because you feel that they’re going to leave anyway.”

—   (via the-psycho-cutie)

(Source: psych2go, via kalidoscopique)

“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”


Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

(via sex-positive-bitches)

(Source: raccoonwounds, via amberclavicle)