Modern renaissance
The Girl in the Window, Kabukicho 歌舞伎町
Patrick Byrnes
Sincerely, a name you’ll hear in passing. (via bl-ossomed)
5.31.2016| A lot of people have been asking how I merged my bullet journal & art journal together, so I decided to share some updated pics! I basically just dedicate certain spreads to certain things (ex: my page on self-care.) I think the thing I love the most about the bujo system is how flexible and customizable it is – I can have all my daily spread, sketches and art in the same place.
In other news, local teen (that’s me) ridiculously bombarded with work :( please send help and food.
A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway | Requested by @pretentious-parasites
to anyone who thinks they can’t journal or don’t know where to start-this was my first ever journal entry!! start simple and you will improve your journaling style over time ☁️
Some pages in my completed journal
Someone at my school made these in response to my principal announcing a dress code that, as usual, only applied to girls, and I’m kind of proud
Can someone put these up around my school?
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
I FOUND IT ✊
I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
So good
this is so beautiful
(via alunit)
3:29 p.m. feel free to add to this! (via hereislight)
3am thoughts (via doll)
“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.” ” There once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. The sun so radiant, he burns so bright. The moon so luminous, but only showed her face during the night. She was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness. The sun would give anything to catch a glimpse of the Moon illuminating the beautiful night sky.
Until one day when the Sun was sliding out of the heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare side of her being exposed to the light. And while the Sun could shine, he knew the Moon could glow.
Just as the Stars were wandering into the night, the Sun fell in love like a snowball hurding down a mountain. How he wished to see her move than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. But they were a world apart. “Go,” she whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning. “Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day, and I cast a glow one the night. We will never be. Our connection would go against what all the people believe, all they know” During the summer he would stay a little longer just in case she would change his mind. It was no use.
“Don’t you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness.” And those were the last words the Moon was strong enough to speak to the Sun.
The Sun could feel her peaceful soul and it soon became clear. He would die each and every night to let his true love breathe, for it would put an end to all her misery.
” a tale like this should be heard and seen.”
“And no one will know it is the story of you and me.”



