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@aroversoul
Barnard Bulletin, New York, December 20, 1935
Glad to know that the people in 1935 were EXACTLY the same as we are lol
I think this is already in my queue but I just looked at the tags and I think it’s important for y'all to know that Barnard is a women’s college. These are all dope-ass girls answering this question.
tag yourself im gonna vegetate
Cool for You: A Novel by Eileen Myles
having a torturous afternoon where my sadness, nervousness, coffee-drinking, barely-eaten body won’t let me sleep or be awake in peace.
gaia’s landing
los padres national forest, california
Antelope Island State Park, Utah by Trent Davis
what do you do when the coping mechanisms and survival tactics you needed and learned become the (adult) habits that are now informing your grievances
Oh, UGH. Thankful someone else articulated this.
Help.
“How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.”
— Drake // Thank Me Now
Sara Tasker
“As yet — no particular friends — and I don’t want any — When I like them at all — I like them so much that it almost eats me up alive and I just want time to breathe — I feel almost smothered with the pulls of the past few weeks — maybe I should say months — I just want to get out where there is space and breath — and not like anybody and not be liked — Sometimes — very — very seldom — I wish there were more people like you and like me — I don’t know how alike we are — Are we alike at all —? I don’t know — Living is wonderful till it becomes almost torture — or it is torture till it seems to be great — I can’t help it — it’s hell and I like it.”
— Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933
“I wish I could tell you some of the things I’ve wanted to say as I felt them…”
— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Alfred Stieglitz, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters
if i could see all my friends tonight, i would tell them i love them and i would ask them not to hide their suffering behind faint jokes and weak smiles.
knowing eyes will tide you over as mixed signals often do.
but the hunger of being seen of baring skin of unapologetically cracking open my ribs to spill out rotting emotions and make room for cold, neglected hands is dangerous.
will you start the break? close your eyes and pull the bone, it is okay to snap a stubborn cage. let the raw warmth remind you the temperature of honesty. we are all stained a tawny red by dawn. a prayer sent for the sacred sinew we have granted one another. our temple is crimson, the holiest color
of blood, of yearning, of the most enduring pain.
i would carry yours as you would carry mine, if i could see all my friends tonight.
~E͙͛v͙͛e͙͛n͙͛i͙͛n͙͛g͙͛ ínѕpírαtíσn~
Quotes @pinterest
“My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.”
— Anaïs Nin
“Wondering how I got into all this and how will I ever get out.”
— Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Campbell Beckett c. September 1946
“When you left I walked into the ocean. Not to drown but to be held by something reluctant to let go.”
— Leila Chatti, from “Postcard from Gone,” published in wildness (via lifeinpoetry)
The love you give recycles and circulates throughout the universe, no expression of love is ever lost or wasted.
