genevieve.v.

lost somewhere between literature, coffee & dark academia 🪐🔭☕️

[alittolatte]

sorry that its been a week since I’ve replied to your message. I was held captive by the 20 something urge to do both everything and nothing in life.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“ai will replace you” i’d like to see ai yearn for her like i do

[metamorphesque]

"Beautiful Losers", Leonard Cohen

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

the yearning of an eye contact.

[justlifewelle]

𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔳𝔦𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔰 👞🤎

[dumblr]

i used to tell myself ‘maybe they’re going through something’ but then i realized that i was too and i never treated anyone that way.

[threespringspoet]

Pried open my rib cage…,words by: @sanitysipper

[thequotespot]

“I learned that being understanding for too long feels a lot like abandonment of yourself.”

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[alittolatte]

yesterday I had a conversation with someone

you always seem so put together they told me

there’ll always be someone that sees you as doing way better than you think you are

and I think that’s kind of beautiful

and worth holding onto

[alittolatte]

yesterday I had a conversation with someone

you always seem so put together they told me

there’ll always be someone that sees you as doing way better than you think you are

and I think that’s kind of beautiful

and worth holding onto

[alittolatte]

grief isn’t just the absence of a person it’s the quiet death of a dream the slow unravelling of what could’ve been

// @risewithme77

[alittolatte]

grief isn’t just the absence of a person

it’s the quiet death of a dream

the slow unravelling of what could’ve been

// @risewithme77

[alittolatte]

grief isn’t just the absence of a person it’s the quiet death of a dream the slow unravelling of what could’ve been

// @risewithme77

[qvotext]

…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

Emily Dickinson

[wedarkacademia]

“I believe poetry happens to a poet long before they ever write it.”

— Enzo Silon Surin

[metamorphesque]

John Muir, from a letter to his sister (1873)