I still cling to the wreck of my hopes, before they sink for ever.
Lord Byron, from a letter to Annabella Milbanke; February 8, 1816.
Etikett: about astrid
“I discover the ache / but not the why or how of it.”
— Ysabel Y. Gonzalez, from “[My brown body is inherited],” published in Tinderbox
“I don’t want to set things on fire anymore. / That’s all. That’s all.”
— Darshana Suresh, from “Birds on a Power Line,” Howling at the Moon
(via star-eaters)
*lowers my heart-shaped sunglasses and glares at you* listen man. i’m gay and you’re really harshing my groove.
im a romantic but the plot twist is that im unlovable
Do you ever get told you’re really attractive and start to think maybe you’re more attractive than you think but then you see a picture of yourself someone else took and you like oooh shit i’m worse than i thought
I’m such a fan of low soft lighting like turn off that room light and turn on a lamp bitch
I’ll get over it I just gotta be dramatic first
I am literally such an easy person to satisfy. Give me a snack, hold my hand, kiss my forehead, look at the moon and stars with me, hand me a wild flower.
“I’m a romantic and that’s the tragedy.”
— N.M.Sanchez (via wnq-writers)
beberequin 