maddie

it’s lonely in the city.

[contemptible-scoundrel]

Im in the pussy like forgive me if this is uncouth

[bunnymedley]

i hope my leitmotif plays while you're jerking off

[priezpourlui]

[etteraths]

[myfairylily]

Odessa, Ukraine | syndrom__stendalya 

[voirlvmer]

“We talk so much of  light, please let me speak on behalf of  the good dark. Let us talk more of how dark the beginning of a day is.”

— Maggie Smith, from “How Dark the Beginning”

[apoemaday]

The Arrowhead

by Mary Oliver

The arrowhead, which I found beside the river, was glittering and pointed. I picked it up, and said, “Now, it’s mine.” I thought of showing it to friends. I thought of putting it—such an imposing trinket— in a little box, on my desk. Halfway home, past the cut fields, the old ghost stood under the hickories. “I would rather drink the wind,” he said, “I would rather eat mud and die than steal as you steal, than lie as you lie.”

[milsae]

Self-care

[peanit]

t-shirt that says "i rely on pharmaceutical drugs to preform routine tasks"

[itszonez]

Zendaya for GQ Magazine (2021)

[lanadelreyish]

LANA DEL REY - CHEMTRAILS OVER THE COUNTRY CLUB

[orin-dee]

all tomorrow’s parties

[weltenwellen]

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

[engulfes]

something so uniquely beautiful about going home after it is already dark outside and smelling other people’s dinners and also the fresh air and listening to a song that makes you feel big and small at the same time and feeling like you are finally able to breathe

[destroymylife]

have a nice day :)

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Believe me, there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, great memory… everything is forgotten, even great love. That’s what’s sad about life, and also what’s wonderful about it. There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while.” - Albert Camus, A Happy Death

[existential-celestial]

make essays about the songs you love. make a journal of all the things you love. do this! write about them! i feel like it is the same thing i do with my books: i write on the margins the things i find especially lovely, i highlight words, i write my thoughts/memories/dreams on it. i find the process of marking something akin to sacredness–the way we inhabit and make a home of things that we feel connected to; the beauty and profoundness of touching the things that touch us.