Do They Like Rain?

Look at that cute bald spot! *gently plants a sapling, tender pats every now and then* there there, all glammed up and posh you may proceed with your day <3 𓏲˖ 𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃

The world seems to be ignoring this, so allow me to remind you all:

PEOPLE WITH BPD ARE NOT INHERENTLY ABUSIVE

I don’t think anyone’s told you just how spotless a place your head is to plant a sprout, let me do you the honours

Normalise not being ready to face a day, not every day is supposed to be your best , and not every day is supposed to be the most productive , at times you’re just ready to wake up and not be up for facing the rest of your tasks and thats ok , sometimes all you can do is survive and that’s more than enough :)

~ ghosts of tulips past :: 💌

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

i think as a society we should go back to designing furniture w little feet. it would heal us.

One stranger shoots me a smile as I walk past and suddenly life is worth living and humanity is not for naught

having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

You’re going to reach a point where you look at a person and you can tell what all has changed ever since the last time the two of you spoke, you’re going to realise that they have new hobbies and gifts and interests, maybe even people, encompassing them, and you’re not a part of it. This is your strike to pick up on the fact that you’ve walked through the times you knew you couldn’t have passed considering the emotional barrier tugging at your wrists like restraints, you’re going to look at those hands and realise that pressing onto the palms of your memories doesn’t sting as much anymore, the shade of your skin has risen again, dancing in your embrace like velvet sheets that lay beneath :)

maybe this isn’t the time for you to hold a hand, maybe this is the time for you to reach down your pocket and find the Candy you were supposed to have a week ago and laugh to yourself. You have a life, and you’re living it. The departure of a person does not stop that, and it was never about the pace was it? you’re living proof of that. To remember and to savour the very last thought of a person is human nature, not a weakness.