Item: two liter bottles of various love potions
“After a small lifetime, of dragging my vexing stick, to rattle across the bones of the stakes that surround your exquisite heart - I, at last, understand, beautiful one - your love will not come out again. It will not meet me at that gate - nor rush me back to that resplendent dream. And I should lay to rest my sad and lorn proposal - and take this stricken thirst of mine away…”
intrusive thoughts are like strangers walking by you on the sidewalk. you can acknowledge their existence, but you don't have to start a conversation with them. let them move past you .
“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley (via observando)
“The orchard at my feet never grew a sweeter harvest.”
— 10 word love story
Andrew Montgomery Photography
ive tried opening my mouth and saying words before nd ive gotta say. im not a fan
forgive yourself. forgive yourself for all the versions you couldn't become. forgive yourself for the wrong things you said. forgive yourself for not knowing any better at certain point of your life. for fucking things up so much that the grief still haunts you. forgive yourself for the darker and shadowed parts of you. you have to learn to integrate all parts of you, even the ones you desperately want to disown. it'll be alright.