tropic of cancer

fragile like a bomb

[atomos]

[grvnge-queen]

His pledge to her:

i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle. i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling, sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you.  i will love you. i will love you.

I’m pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before, but it’s so perfect.

i think I am going to cry

[loveuprising]

I will love you I will love you I will love you until my heart caves in.

[transcendentals]

“The word poetry comes from the Greek word poiesis which just means “a making”. So if you’ve made it, it’s poetry. Even if it’s breakfast.”

— Benedict Smith   (via womenlikeher)

[transcendentals]

It’s been 1,242 days. I have thought about you every last one of those days, but particularly overwhelmingly more as we approach the holidays. I remember how you never just walked around the room, it always seemed like you were dancing. I write this post and wonder if you are up there judging my grammar, and feel self conscious and guilty that I don’t write as much as I used to. I haven’t watched the History Channel in years, and the name Napoleon makes my heart hurt. I can’t remember what your hands look like anymore, but I remember vividly a day as young girls when we got in a screaming fight over a pair of blue cheetah print platform sandals. I miss you daily. I deeply, deeper than words can even express, regret the distance between us in college and wish I had done more to be closer. I took advantage of having you in my life for as long as I could remember, and never thought I would lose that. Sometimes grief feels like a fixture in the vacant home that is my chest. Sometimes I have to pull over and park my car to catch my breath when I am taken by surprise by a memory of you. I have learned that there is no medicine for loss, that you cannot find answers in the four walls of a chapel or the bottom of a bottle. Love is the only strength to be found in tragedy. In true fashion (as I have done our entire lives) I copied you and got your tattoo on my neck, right on my spinal cord. You keep me rooted. You always have. You always will. You had so much sunshine and so much love to spread to the world, and you made such a difference in the time you were here. I am proud of you, I will always be proud of you, and I will always love you and cherish you.

Everything I write feels incomplete since the day you put a bullet in your head. Every thought I have seems to trail off. I lose my train of thought like wisps of smoke slipping through my fingers. I have so many memories I will never share, things I keep safe inside my lips, because if I never repeat them then maybe they can never die.

I used to write all the time.

[homunculus-argument]

Nothing slapped my shit back into place like someone pointing out that the "genius gifted child with so much potential who got burnout and mental illness" is just the nerd equivalent to the jock "could have been a pro at sportsball if it wasn't for the injury".

[softgritspoonie]

[109moons]

I feel like I’m slowly slipping away.

[109moons]

I think one of the hardest parts of being an estranged child from their abusive parent is the anger at the other adults that remain friends with said abusive parent. You can’t claim to love me and go on with your relationship with my mother. It’s like they’re saying what Karen did isn’t a deal breaker.

[oresti-s]

Don't Call Us Dead, 1 in 2, Danez Smith.

[109moons]

I’m angry and I’m tired and I don’t want to talk to anyone about it.

[tordenvejr]

art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you

[feelsgoood]

[surrealistespleen-deactivated20]

the lover by marguerite duras

[brutalgrace333]

“Wild Geese”, by Mary Oliver

[dame-de-pique]

Paul Sano - Rainbow, c. 1914

[soracities]

Teju Cole, interviewed by Aleksandar Hemon for Bomb Magazine

[Text ID: “What do I believe in? Imagination, gardens, science, poetry, love, and a variety of non-violent consolations. I suspect that in aggregate all this isn’t enough, but it’s where I am for now.“]

[cowboyhatesithere]

I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

[mortalityplays]

hi, a lot of you need a perspective reset

the average human lifespan globally is 70+ years

taking the threshold of adulthood as 18, you are likely to spend at least 52 years as a fully grown adult

at the age of 30 you have lived less than one quarter of your adult life (12/52 years)

'middle age' is typically considered to be between 45-65

it is extremely common to switch careers, start new relationships, emigrate, go to college for the first or second time, or make other life-changing decisions in middle age

it's wild that I even have to spell it out, but older adults (60+) still have social lives and hobbies and interests.

you can still date when you get old. you can still fuck. you can still learn new skills, be fashionable, be competitive. you can still gossip, you can still travel, you can still read. you can still transition. you can still come out.

young doesn't mean peaked. you're inexperienced in your 20s! you're still learning and practicing! you're developing social skills and muscle memory that will last decades!

there are a million things to do in the world, and they don't vanish overnight because an imaginary number gets too big