fate smiles at the brave.
ary | XXV | toronto | introvert |
i have trouble expressing myself.

+ indie/folk/rock music, dreaming, books, clouds, thunderstorms, duets, snow, forts, nestea, stargazing, foggy mornings, hockey, wolves, tigers, foxes, polar bears, huskies, city lights at night, lighthouses, acoustic guitar, violin, film photography, polaroids, watercolour, cursive writing, the smell of fresh laundry, good morning texts, being missed, making a difference, feeling alive, and you.

- bugs, loneliness, liars, fakes, cheaters, overthinking, labels, expectations, duplicating effort.




derivings:
“ untitled by +++ponyrock+++ on Flickr.
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gracebabcockwrites:

Why do the young
poets 
all write
about Persephone? 

                               Maybe it’s because
                               we can relate. 

To a goddess?

                               To being half
                               sunshine
                               and half
                               grave. 

quotemadness:

“Give up the notion that you must be sure of what you are doing. Instead, surrender to what is real within you, for that alone is sure.”

— Baruch Spinoza

(via a-saint-i-am-not)

blackorchidd:

“How beautiful that you let your anger go.
and how terrifying that you 
keep all that sadness 
inside you.”

— Mandeq Ahmed, ‘engulfed’

(via uglypnis)

pigmenting:

i love the part of growth that allows you to look back on a previous period of your life and recognize that parts of it were unhealthy. something that felt so normal wasn’t in hindsight. you’re not supposed to feel that tired all the time. you’re not supposed to be treated like that.

(via pigmenting)