Hi, I'm Tina.
I blog to express, not to impress.
I try express myself by writing.
But i'll also be blogging/reblogging quotes and pictures in lieu of my words.




(via avaneel)

(Source: feellng, via kitttenmitttens)

This is not a poem. This is
left over wax stuck to the side
of a snuffed candle.
This is a war song sung by an army
that doesn’t know if the fight
is worth it. This is a silhouette:
the light barely scraping its
creases. White noise -
that blaring sound
between the two radio stations
when you can’t quite
pick up the frequency.
This is not a poem.
It’s the wind
pulling us in the direction of home.
The hills rolling and rolling,
a kaleidoscope spinning
masses of mosaics and a child
staring at it in awe.
Leaves glimmering
against a black sun.
This is the fragility
of cobwebs.
The tide pulsing.
This is how
despite all our differences,
our bones are the same colour.
This is not a poem, it’s a bare
knuckled fist fight.
A fatal knockout.
This is an emergency.

(Source: still-o-rama, via seelleennee)


ramune gummy candies

(via zosuen)


Wailua river


Wailua river

(via skiesofclouds)



the concept of liking someone and them liking you back and you deciding to date each other literally just fucking baffles me because it has never once happened for me in my entire life

how are you all doing this

how are you people making it look so easy

how are you finding people who like you back and want to date you and then actually do it


will you still love me tomorrow? // amy winehouse

tonight you’re mine completely
you give your love so sweetly
tonight the light of love is in your eyes
will you still love me tomorrow?

(via kitttenmitttens)


I’m not someone who gets attached easily. To me, being independent and being my own person means that I can’t have any ties to anyone. This means, if I trust you and you fuck me over, I’ll fuck up your entire life. It will become my own personal goal to fuck you over until you regret ever meeting me. I can promise you that.


indie/boho/urban blog ☽


indie/boho/urban blog 

(Source: coffeespoonsthoughts, via taein)

The worst part of success is trying to find someone who is happy for you.
Bette Midler (via psych-facts)

(via liveforlaughter)

I’m still learning what it’s like to love myself, and that’s okay.