Not Really Here

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— william wordsworth (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[blyejay]

[thereadmind]

[brightlightsloudnoises]

sober

she punches above her weight class and she is all pupils all nerves all soul

life marches towards her and it’s a parade without topless cars stilts or redirected traffic

it’s something to see from a helicopter the back row over coffee

[flowerytale]

Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to Virginia Woolf (August 1919)

[lucidloving]

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[dickpressedmillenial]

I use to draw apple trees like that too

[archive234523]

“We were just children… I’m worried I’m still a child.”

[rylandsgrace]

#If you need me, I will be crying in the corner

[writingsforwinter]

Before You Decide to Love Me, Consider This

There are so many people I’ve been. Some of them selfish,

some of them sad, most of them concerned only with the moon

and how reaching it seems impossible.

Men have passed through me like light,

poets and non-poets alike,

some of whom I wish were ghosts.

I have known violence like the earth knows rain,

but have also been thirsty for it.

I drink far more than the average person

and will never refuse a cocktail.

Don’t pretend we won’t damage each other.

You might end up irreparable

but just remember that I’ve never gone a day

without wondering what it’s like to be dead.

I come with strings attached;

pull the wrong one

and I’ll cut all our ties.

But I’ll love you like a forest fire-

everywhere I am,

it spreads.

[archive234523]

“There is no academy where you can learn to be yourself; there is no line manager slowly urging you toward the correct answer. You are midwife to yourself, and will give birth to yourself, over and over, in dark rooms, alone.”

— Caitlin Moran, How to Build a Girl (via meditationsinwonderland)

[archive234523]

“In order to love who you are, you cannot hate the experiences that shaped you.”

— Andrea Dykstra (via delta-breezes)

[archive234523]

Sunflowers -

i fell in love the day your hand drifted across the cheekbone while i slept watching me as if it were a figment of your imagination – and maybe i am.

i will never be the mythical stuff of stories of sunflower strown meadows and easy love. i’m worn stony paths and a spattering of wilting weeds, i’ve been trodden on for far too long.

yet you look at me like the sun shines to make my petals and stems climb towards the sky – and i’ll dig my roots into your soil until you tell me to stop.

[aseaofquotes]

Charles Bukowski, “Nobody But You”

[archive234523]

Loneliness is felt in your bones. And even when you’re not alone, it has a way of staying rooted there.

[archive234523]

I’m a survivor.

[dwgif]

DOCTOR WHO (2005-) “Turn Left” (4.11)