Let Go - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
Once you understand that your purpose is over every other thing in your life, you'll be ready to let go of any situation, any person or any task that doesn't align with your goals. Once you learn that your purpose requires you to constantly evolve, you'll gladly outgrow everything and anything, everyone and anyone that ain't on the same page as you.
~ Sheherrzaad
You cannot make a home out of yourself for someone who loves wandering places.
~ mashriqiyyah
true love is what you felt for that album you played for one month straight
Y'all. We all know that Laudnas and Matrons interactions are gonna be juicy, but i also feel like the Matron is gonna loooove Dorian. Something about that blue boy just pulls gods attention on him. Be it positive or negative....
In 2024, try not to take things too personally!!
Just like a Duckling
Relax by the waves
Let them crash threw your mind
Learning how to enjoy one’s self
Takes a lot of soaking time
colored pencil on paper.
Los Angeles CA 2018
I had that dream again last night.
I dream I'm in a differen city looking for a place to live. I'm alone, searching with this longing feeling deep in my soul.
I've been having this dream for years.
When I wake up I'm so relieved.
colored pencil
Los Angeles CA 2018
colored pencil on paper.
Los Angeles CA 2018
colored pencil on paper.
Los Angeles CA 2018
Inaugural post! Milk does a body good ;)
i like to think i am a professional unprofessional
*jigs away*
Not everyone deserves to know the real you. Walk away and leave them to criticize who they think you are.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Pinewood
Archive #22 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's note: short one this one, but hope you enjoy!
Pinewood
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We are nothing at all.
...
...
But,
I would still answer your call, Even if it was in the middle of the night, 10 past five in the morning, And you're in trouble.
I would drop the world that I cup in my hands to save you from the dark. But when I'm alone and it gets cold, And I asked you for matches, You don't even lend me one.
You say that my cheeks are red so I must be warm, But I'm sick of bleeding to stain their appearance.
If I was the last tree standing in a snowy embrace of forever winter, Would you still chop me down even if I provided you with shelter?
You're cold, you complain; I'm tired, I don't say.
Even as a strong tree, I will never get to see the day where my leaves welt, and my trunk's spirals are too many to count. For my roots will stay clinging to the soil,
While my branches' ashes are coughed out
From your lungs into the cold,
Still air.