We Are Night Jewels. Nanna's Jewellery Box
astrolocherry:

All the Water signs, Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces, are sleepy in some respect, exhausted, fluid overloaded and breathing underwater. This is saturation, drenching in celestial liquid, the nourishment of god and the sea of collective soul seasons. And really they are romantic in the sense they need an anchor to steady their rocking dreamboat to sleep. The rising and falling of a chest beside them is a Water sign lullaby, and they turn their torrential emotions into ravishing artwork, poetry and melody. Water individuals have a leaky etheric body, and unconsciously soak up any frequency in circulation. They frequently withdraw into solitude and sleep for days in sheer exhaustion. The rush, flux, noise and suffering of the world creeps under their skin and floods their bodies with an inexplicable heaviness. -Cherry

astrolocherry:

All the Water signs, Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces, are sleepy in some respect, exhausted, fluid overloaded and breathing underwater. This is saturation, drenching in celestial liquid, the nourishment of god and the sea of collective soul seasons. And really they are romantic in the sense they need an anchor to steady their rocking dreamboat to sleep. The rising and falling of a chest beside them is a Water sign lullaby, and they turn their torrential emotions into ravishing artwork, poetry and melody. Water individuals have a leaky etheric body, and unconsciously soak up any frequency in circulation. They frequently withdraw into solitude and sleep for days in sheer exhaustion. The rush, flux, noise and suffering of the world creeps under their skin and floods their bodies with an inexplicable heaviness.
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Cherry

I just want someone who will challenge me. Someone who will argue with me and love me at the same time. Someone who won’t be able to sleep knowing that I am awake and hurting. Someone who will care with every bone in their body.
Zaeema, “I want simple, heart-wrenching love” (via soulsscrawl)

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discolor3d:

Teach Me by Michael Faudet

thehealthywarrior:

Britain’s first black marchioness

Okay y’all. 

This is: Emma McQuiston

And as that says, she’s this first black marchioness Britain has ever had. 

But she’s not the only black royal

but THIS IS A BIG DEAL.

plus she’s getting snubbed like big time. The groom’s father didn’t even come. And she said things like: 

she has been snubbed by the British elite because of her ethnicity and background

SO REBLOG IT, CAUSE SHE’S GORGEOUS AND EVERYONE SHOULD LOVE HER.

(via weloveinterracial)

ofcityromance:

i am quoting this a thousand times today.
RIP mike brown.

ofcityromance:

i am quoting this a thousand times today.

RIP mike brown.

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we-r-survivors:

We Are Survivors

we-r-survivors:

We Are Survivors

Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.

(via great-eudemonia)

holy fucking wow

(via curiovsly)

yeaa..

(via lost-in-woonderland)

I kinda want to bawl my eyes out because I love wayy too hard but I get scared and may end up leaving you

(via sondoms)

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fairytalemood:

photos by Rosie Hardy

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this hair…td4!!

this hair…td4!!

(Source: airows, via studdedknives)

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to live a beautiful life will be an awfully big adventure!

to live a beautiful life will be an awfully big adventure!

with stairs like these who would take the lift?

with stairs like these who would take the lift?

words to live by!

words to live by!

Crazy is not necessarily a bad thing. the craziest ideas were the ones that changed the world.This is a collection of my terabithia.