Where art thou? Why not uponeth me?
SABRINA CARPENTER performing Bed Chem at the 2025 BRIT Awards
I don’t have a dick but I do think with it
— Emery Allen, “Soft Human” (via lunamonchtuna)
MARIE ANTOINETTE + COUNT FERSEN
requested by anonymous
I know this is very basic of me but I feel like going on a trip to Italy would fix problems I don’t even know I have
e.g, the term hopeless romantic. those who know truth, know there is nothing hopeless about love and nothing foolish about devotion. yet society would have people believe that to love easily and to love hard more makes you foolish, weak, and at risk. the truth is, love is an antidote. there is no pain you cannot love back to peace. no loss, love cannot help you rebuild, and nothing more crippling or short sighted than being scared to love. the more versed you are in loving others, the better you are at loving you. and if you love you, there is a seed of new life within you that you can nurture at every stage of death you experience. i hope to always be more afraid of not living true, than of being burnt by living. the answer to pain is never to become more resilient so as not to feel pain again. it is to become more loving. resilience is a bi–product of love, not an inhibitor of it. and this is the victory of lovers. they love enough that the prospect of breaking does not deter them from building. does not deter them from living. does not deter them from loving. and by keeping their humanity, they experience the true texture of life, whilst others, too afraid dither only on the surface. they know how to perform life, but not how to be alive. remember: love, people, time, your life.. these are not things to be leveraged, but things to be shared and spent.
me when I lie
Eternity Love bag, Mellfy Memory