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𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗎 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 ♡

𝗏𝗂𝖺: 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅_𝗓𝗈𝗈

Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"

Hanif Abdurraqib interviewed by Ruth Awad: Joy Is Not Promised to You

𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 ♡

“𝚆𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛; 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.”

— 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚎

“Your mind is a garden, plant flowers, not weeds. / Your thoughts are like water, as clear or murky as you allow them to be”

— (note to self)

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

Kahlil Gibran, excerpts from Sand and Foam [ID in ALT]

Charles Bukowski, "no title," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

Temporariness of human existence

Charles Bukowski, "white dog," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

I like art that depicts women not posing seductively or gracefully but simply existing as human beings.

Moonlight

The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.

(from Carolyn Forché's The Country Between Us)

Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go.

- Mary Reufle -

Take my hands in your hands, teach me to remember, teach me not to remember.

(from H.D.'s piece, "Helen in Egypt")

My hands wanted to touch your hands because we had hands.

(from Frank Bidart's poem, In the Western Light)

We held hands.

I was wondering what it would be like to have a home of your own where you could come and go, where people would be welcome, where you would never be frightened again.

-Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal

Holding Hands- A Love Language

Look at your wrist, see the blueish veins? The blood flowing through them contains hemoglobin, a protein that has four iron atoms incorporated into its structure. Iron is only naturally produced in one place, it can only be forged in the core of dying stars.

Every time you look at your veins, remember that you are built from, and kept alive by, pieces of stardust.

Our whole generation can feel these lines

"कितना आसान है ये कहना की मेरा कोई नही है

और कितना कठिन की मेरा कोई है"

~ सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना

moving far away to a sunny place.

i would recognize them thru post alone, by type; i would know them iconless, by the tags they write and their content. i would know them in death, at the end of the dashboard

𝖨𝖽𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 🧚 <3

Tumblr Code.

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

Jung’s architecture of the psyche

Eugene Taylor, The Mystery of Personality

Babyboy

““A cup is useful only when it is empty; and a mind that is filled with beliefs, with dogmas, with assertions, with quotations is really an uncreative mind.””

— Jiddu Krishnamurti

“Follow the wandering, the distraction, find out why the mind has wandered; pursue it, go into it fully. When the distraction is completely understood, then that particular distraction is gone. When another comes, pursue it also.”

— Jiddu Krishnamurti 

too lazy to draw one of those ‘my fave dynamics’ things but

middle aged coworkers who act like a divorced couple

middle aged coworkers who act like an old married couple

the “we both have commitment issues so let’s just keep this casual” to “i keep a spare toothbrush at your place and i think i’m in love with you” pipeline

wretched bastard with intimacy issues and The Sun™

charming extrovert with self worth issues and the person who sees straight through their bullshit

“we are at a serious moral impasse but i still desire you carnally”

highly competent mutually pining idiots going for a slow burn world record

“we’re both too exhausted for a relationship right now but maybe once we save the world we can talk about our feelings”

I love that musk is groveling asking people to pay for their blue checkmarks while tumblr's fundraising solution was to sell a tiny shitting horse, shoe laces, forced post visibility, and crab rain

the tips of my fingers grazing over infinite titles.

I’m not even kidding when I say I wish I had a friend that wanted to buy a house w me