If you want to add context, reblog with where you've mostly lived and/or why you've had to move in the past.
1400 year old ginkgo tree.
地點：陝西省西安市古觀音禪寺
Photography: Han Fei
Do you ever simply cry bcos you’ve been seen too clearly?
[ID: tweet by Owl! at the Library @SketchesbyBoze:
I want to move through this world like a film by Miyazaki: gentle where the world is chaotic, unafraid of rest and silence, sympathetic to children and animals and forgotten people, radiating a sense of enchantment and the sheer beauty of things. End ID.]
there are times in life where a girls just gotta watch a ghibli film
My bisexual-ass: I go both ways
Narrator: she in fact went nowhere. She didn't like to leave the house
okay first and foremost, lower your voice & watch your tone
In my slut era (wrapped up in a blankie with a cup of tea, reading a romance book and fantasising about love)
✮ NESSA’S 18K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION ✮ 18 TV Ships I Love (in no particular order): 6. Hopper and Joyce (Stranger Things) “Picking you up at 7:00 PM, Friday.” “Yeah. It’s a date.”
Community Label: Mature
Community Label: Mature
The author has indicated this post may contain content that may not be suitable for all audiences.
i am holding my loneliness and she is a teenage girl with puffy eyes, and i love her more than i have ever loved anyone
the world is ending everywhere but when you laugh i don’t notice. we can sit together while everything falls apart somewhere else. there will be time for devastation later. for now, we can watch the trees. what were they like when you were younger? there was a window i used to look out of where one would wait for me. red leaves for most of the year. there are a few reasons why i don’t feel real anymore. the big one being that when people talk to me they talk through me. you are somewhere in my head and i am looking at you instead of them. it’s unfair to everyone else but i’m scared you’ll disappear otherwise. i feel so old lately but today i am younger than yesterday. yesterday i was 70 years old and i was letting you go for the last ever time. but today i’m waiting to meet you. i hope somehow you’ll know where to find me. i’ll be where the river is still. where the birds are mid-flight. where everything wants to bear witness.
summer to-do list: unlearn internalized shame, sunbathe, read some good books