shirls

metamorphesque:

― Marina Tsvetaeva, Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917–1922

[text ID: What am I here for? To listen to my soul.]

museiums:

tatyana alanis

1anonyymous1:

a thousand apologies to my heart and a thousand again to my soul

sf-97:

damaged inside but outside we keep it gangstaaa

halfasleeps:

rb to give a flower to the person you rb this from

soulrepertoire:

Timeless.

theauraofjenaye:

@thickandtiredt

kosmogrl:

life is disappointing and overwhelming and hard to deal with but at least the sun is shining and there’s flowers everywhere

ashstfu:

just wanna leave all responsibilities behind and eat fresh fruits and pastries by the ocean and feel the sun on my skin right now

serial222killer:

in my own world, love it here

iamwizzz:

whats the point of a love that doesn’t make you feel free?

upamilion:

Seen a post that said “cant talk to no nigga im realer than” I felt that