circumstances
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.

nixpunk:

i’m not like other girls. actually, i’m nothing like other girls. and that girl u saw get on the bus earlier isn’t like other girls either. it’s surprising, really. it’s almost as if everybody is different from each other. holy shit

(via starryskieslatenights)

sinsuji:

박선하

sinsuji:

박선하

(via woohijo)


littleladykins:

andshesgoldblooded:

“this leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously.”

I will never not reblog

Forever reblogging

(Source: un-usuall-m3mory-x3, via lydiaxellie)


I still think of you at night
very often
and it still makes my heart flutter
when I think about the very first day
and every day after
and I still feel the pain
when I reread the messages
in my head
but I have to say,
I don’t hate any of these feelings
at all.
It’s weird to me.
I usually want to run away
from it all
whenever my heart gets a little beating.
Yet, this time I want to stay.
I don’t think there’s one day that passes
where you don’t make a grand entrance
through the doors of my mind.
I wonder how long it will be
before I stop wondering
about what you are doing at the moment
or if you think about me too.
Just the thoughts of you make me happy
and maybe I am being stubborn,
holding onto something
that probably won’t blossom,
but I can’t help but cling
onto the hope that maybe another door will open
when this one closes.
AND EVERY NIGHT SINCE by M.D.L
(via mingdliu)

(via mingdliu)

Someday, if you haven’t already, you will meet someone and sad love songs will make sense.

effloresent 

Everything you love is here

(via lovequotesrus)

(via lovequotesrus)

dennys:

It’s practically a magic trick, serving up delicious avocado slams of love.

dennys:

It’s practically a magic trick, serving up delicious avocado slams of love.

(via zosuen)


My hands feel so broken whenever you’re out of reach. And I know that I won’t be seeing you anytime soon, if at all. So while I let this sharp pain travel through the nerves of my arms and into my chest, I can only hope that you’re sleeping peacefully on someone else’s.
First love is scary because it’s like “holy crap, why is this person the first thing I think of in the morning, why am I disappointed when I don’t dream of them? Why is the desire to be with them so much stronger than hunger and thirst and exhaustion? Why does their name look so pretty written down? Why do I feel like I just fell out of a 30 story building when they look at me, and why do I like it?” And you become so comfortable with them that when they leave, your body doesn’t know how to react because they were as common to you as breathing, and now you’re missing a vital part of yourself. You forget that you were someone before them. You think “I was so empty until I met them.” No, you were full. And when you learned about love, you were fuller. Now you’re back to where you were before, and you need to fill yourself with other things. Fall in love with the way sunflowers naturally curve to face the sun, and the way children have no idea about taxes. Fall in love with the fact that you’re here and you’re still able to feel. Fall in love with the idea that you’re still whole, even when it’s 3 am and you can’t remember how to breathe because you think they taught you how to do that.
Lessons about Heartbreak from a Hypocrite by Megan M. (via radicalteen)

(via bring-the-rainn)

I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
Tracee Ellis Ross (via wordsthat-speak)

(via bring-the-rainn)




Salvador Dalí in collaboration with Walt Disney.

This is hauntingly pretty.

dali is literally the definition of a tripper

Salvador Dalí in collaboration with Walt Disney.

This is hauntingly pretty.

dali is literally the definition of a tripper

(Source: culest, via lydiaxellie)


neptune-estate:

if my life was made into a film i probably wouldn’t even be the protagonist, just some filler who shows up and says shit every now and then tbh

neptune-estate:

if my life was made into a film i probably wouldn’t even be the protagonist, just some filler who shows up and says shit every now and then tbh

(via ingenu-e)


My tumblr used to be pages full of sunshine and happiness and ever since you came into my life its been constant thunderstorms and lightning bolts and volcanoes on the brink of explosion on every single damned page.

You came in like a tornado, you ripped up everything in your path and left, you left me behind but now all that remains is torn up inside out and I don’t know where to start my healing, I don’t even know if I even have the capacity to heal.

I’m not the same anymore and I want to say that it’s your fault, it’s all your fault. But it’s not and I have no one to blame but myself and it’s driving me crazy insane.

I don’t know if you’re still there and I really hope you’ve left me but deep inside I think I might still miss you and it scares me to no end. I hope you’re gone (but no, I hope you’re not).