rosie holt.

do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.

one of his.

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— stop trying to be a star // a.s. (via chervlblossom) —

oh, darling,
you shine so brightly,
i think you forgot
that even some stars are consumed by their light.


oh, dear,
you shine so selflessly,
i think you forgot
that even the stars are surrounded by the darkness.


oh, love,
you shine for so long,
i think you forgot
that even the stars fall.









— indieluhv  (via wordsnquotes) —

Some days you will wake up, a defeated wildflower
and some days you will wake up, with poetry on your tongue and galaxies in your mind.
You are equally phenomenal,
with a deeply broken soul
and a mind that could move mountains.





— Daniel C. L.  (via alterated) —

In the end, always laugh. And do not lose this strange habit of having faith in life.





— Starra Neely Blade
(via wnq-writers) —

She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.





— J.K. Rowling
(via goodreadss) —

She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.











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