[papayajuan2019]

a cow and i have probably shared the same thought about how the sun hits the wild grass

[the-evil-clergyman]

New Year’s Morning by Ogata Gekko (1900)

[jondrettegirls]

[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]

Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)

[theblob1958]

people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.

[dark-romantics]

People who introduce you to new ways of thinking and new ways of seeing life are so important

[makomoriz]

i hope the anonymous person who sent the "i used to live in your house. i'm drunk in boston and it's the only address i know. happy holidays" postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem

[eatpussypraylove]

Guess I just won’t understand things for a while and I’ll have to be okay with that

[angelicguy]

Hate it when someone I know gets poisoned and suddenly it's their whole personality

[polishartandtea]

Michał Elwiro Andriolli 1836-1893 (Polish), Mother, 1888

[clownkissersinternational]

"i could fix him" please don't it took a lot of work to fuck him up this bad

[wvterways]

i will no longer be embarrassed i will no longer be a victim of insecurity i will no longer plague my mind with worries i exist i am allowed to exist i am allowed to take up space i will not let others dictate my experience i will live i will live i will live

[holedaemon-deactivated20250922]

the work week is over. time to spend the weekend doing my side gig of watching Simpsons clips ranging in lengths of 1 minute to 5 and smoking a very long cigarette. im paid $17 an hour

[bloodhailmp3]

im like if someones deadbeat loser unemployed boyfriend was a girl with a job

[grecoromanyaoi]

i love the term "unwell"... theres something very very wrong with you. not saying what tho

[literaturecravings]

—The Letters of Vincent van Gogh, 31st July 1894.

[jayvespertine]

stop sending your fav songs to stupid people

[lesbianboyfriend]

they should invent a loneliness that’s bearable