”I like the muted sounds, the shroud of grey, and the silence that comes with fog.” - Om Malik
By:  符殊

One day, this overwhelming pile of grief pooling at the bottom of my chest will be nothing more than dust, dispersing far and wide as it chases the wind. A hurricane of tattered ashes bitterly howling a million could’ve-beens, should’ve-beens, and what ifs.

on grief by Mandy Gao (via daffodildoll)

Hi, guys! I just started my very own poetry blog (I have too much spare time to write about feels lol), please give it a follow :-)

The sun’s gone dim, and the moon’s gone black. For I loved him, and he didn’t love back.
- Dorothy Parker
by 木紫倾
”Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
- Albert Camus
by 符殊
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opulent lily ♡
by: 画措
So much to say but the words just won’t come out
I got a head rush trying to get around how to let you down
by: 亦良璇子
lavender kisses ♡ by  清茗