mind awake, body asleep @astralclaire - Tumblr Blog

listening to an album you used to love but overplayed for yourself after a really long time after the overplayedness has worn off and it sounds like it's supposed to again is the closest to being in heaven you can get during your mortal life i think

dr-gaytorius

1st base: raw ethically dubious fucking

2nd base: exist in a public space together

3rd base: you witness me have a real, candid emotion

4th base: I reveal an aspect of my tragic backstory to you

petaltexturedskies

You already know the story. You will die. Everyone you love will also die. You will lose them forever. You will be sad and angry. You will weep. You will bargain. You will make demands. You will beg. You will pray. It will make no difference. Nothing you can do will bring them back. You know this. Your knowing changes nothing. This poem will make you understand this unfathomable truth again and again, as if for the very first time.

Emily Wilson, an excerpt of her introduction to The Iliad

never-stop

cieloestallorando

beyond-the-pale-deactivated2023

Cameraworks, by David Hockney, 1984

Paul Bench

chloeinletters

The intangible thing that happens with friends!!

meltedmountains

yourgirlfoe

Ya'll ever go, "fuckin' hell, I know this smell!" and it's the smell of a February evening from 2017 ?

zootycoon-archive

want a shirt that says YOU SHOULD FEEL VISCERALLY VIOLATED BY THE UNSTOPPABLE CORPORATE ENCROACHMENTS ON YOUR ATTENTION SPAN, BY THE FACT THAT YOU STARTLE LIKE A TRAINED ANIMAL AT EVERY NOTIFICATION, BOTH OVERSTIMULATED AND BORED, LETHARGIC AND JUMPY, WAITING FOR THE NEXT BIT OF VALIDATION WITH THE SAME SICKLY EXCITEMENT AND FEAR AS A GAMBLER AT THE TABLE

giadaganassin

seaoflove

David Wojnarowicz, from When I Put My Hand on Your Body

Philip Pullman, from The Amber Spyglass

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seaoflove

Franz Kafka, from Letters to Felice‎

ruhlare

love is most beautiful in the simplest ways. sharing a blanket. exchanging books. going for a walk at night. stargazing. sending each other pictures of the moon. looking deep into each other's eyes and enjoying the silence. not being able to stay serious for too long and then dying of laughter. giving them space whenever needed, but at the same time never letting them feel alone or left behind.