losttiinspacee:

classycookiexo:

Again, the word of the year is discipline.

walk-against-the-stream:

A little clean study aesthetic to get me motivated🌑

feral-ballad:

Baek Sehee, tr. by Anton Hur, from I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki

[Text ID: “To tell the truth, no one was looking down on me except myself.”]

viinnttaaggee:

it takes years to learn the difference between who to let go and who to be patient with. the same way it takes years to know what you deserve and what you don’t. so hang on there, growth and experience come with time.

prettyflacko:

In the end, all I learned was how to be strong, alone.

sunpdf:

i’m tired of being “strong” and working hard. i wanna be cared for and loved. i wanna be kissed goodnight…

earthtodes:

dorian-w:

I want to meet pure and honest people 

noodledesk:

“Somewhere along the way, joy was been pushed out from the bounds of authenticity. Perhaps because we live in a world where it doesn’t seem real enough—because we live in a world where joy feels more imaginary than ordinary. In my darkest moments, it was in Carly Rae Jepsen and rom-coms I trusted. I found reasons to live: to feel my laughter bursting from the seams of where I was; to let my soul touch everything I was capable of feeling, to stretch beyond that as much as I could, and celebrating that. You have permission to have this too. You’re alive right now. It’s your turn to pay attention.”

— How Do You Write About Joy? by Yanyi

headspace-hotel:

sometimes it’s like. I have been so brave for so long. I deserve the universe not being terrifying for 5 minutes