amsterdam // july 2019
“Some mornings / in summer I step outside / and the sky opens / and pours itself into me / as if I were a saint / about to die.”
— Lisel Mueller, from Second Language: Poems; “There Are Mornings”
ig: luciazolea
Do you ever daydream about stupid stuff so hard that you end up breaking your own heart???? Is that just me????
i kinda wanna rebel against society but i also kinda wanna take a nap
everything gets so much better after you realize that idleness is strongly discouraged by capitalism, so you can now do both at the same time
this was the most affirming thing i’ve read in my life
You’re probably wondering whether what you experienced was really ‘that bad?’. Let me tell you - if you have to question it, if it hurts, if it still runs through your mind, it was.
You don’t have to feel guilty over the pain you’re feeling.
A visitor
𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈
summer love 🌤
ig: iced.coffee
hiya tumblr!! how r ya!
it dont even feel like june it dont even feel like any month we just floatin thru time
if you’re ever scared you’re not a good person, remember that bad people don’t care about being better