𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠
@fairycemetery
child of quiet wars, of feral seas
hello universe. i am small, but you wouldn't be who you are without me.
sometimes my windows are cracked, and there you are, still trying to look inside.
look inside your own darkness, and realize there's not enough light to judge someone else.
you keep telling me to breathe but you're pouring rivers inside my lungs.
the best thing about surrounding yourself with people who are always evolving is that you get to keep getting to know each other all over again and remember why you love them so much
i wonder if one of the stars remembers the night you touched me and the world went still
I was born in a July storm and never dried off If I love you, it’s with wet feet and lightning in my heart
i am softer than these wounds, still bleeding kindness into hands that never learned how to hold mine
The missing never stops. Maybe it gets quieter, maybe you learn how to carry it. But it’s always there… in little moments, in quiet nights. It sits with you, not always heavy, just there. Because some things matter too much to ever really go away.
History doesn’t always repeat because we’re blind... sometimes, it’s because we resist clarity. We recognize our mistakes but we’re not ready to face them. The lesson is often obvious but we still choose the comfort of familiar pain over the discomfort of truth.🩸🥀
It takes a lot of bravery to say “This is not the life I want to live” and then change it.
#vss365 #FoxProse @FoxProse #loveletters 💌 To his dismay, 'twas the watcher's discovery, that ocean's pool #tears under a moonlit sky, for he is the tides that wash in with the sorrowful waves. He dandelions one wish to be the flames in the night to passion her and explore her…
I’m thankful when people show their true colors, it saves me the trouble of painting them better than they are.