[twitblr]

January was WWIII, February was coronavirus. We can only go up from here…right?

[fluffygif]

Game lover 😊

[loloftheday]

Thoughts?

[sluttyfranzkafka]

Are we flesh or blood? You buffoon. You clown. You absolute candlestick.

[michonnegrimes]

I’m not a poet. I’m just a woman. And as a woman, there’s no way for me to make my own money. Not enough to earn a living, or to support my family. If I had my own money, which I don’t, that money would belong to my husband the moment we got married. If we had children, they would be his, not mine. They would be his property. So, don’t sit there and tell me that marriage isn’t an economic proposition, because it is. It may not be for you, but it most certainly is for me.          FLORENCE PUGH AS AMY MARCH IN LITTLE WOMEN (2019)

[ink-and-oceans]

“Please hold me, but don’t fix me. I’m broken and the cracks run deeper than you’d imagine, but I’m still beautiful. These scars make me who I am, the girl you love, so I ask that you take me as I am.”

— tara love / love me as i am

[the-memedaddy]

me irl

[cestvibe]

[itsrainingshadybitches]

[tygermama]

“We heard youse are behind on your payments to Fat Tony.”

[defydamage]

I ALMOST SPIT MY ROOTBEER

[gallusrostromegalus]

“Think you’re all aesthetic, huh? A real instagram Wiseguy!  You want something to blog about? We’ll give ya something to blog about!”

[library-fae-deactivated20210311]

are you pining or yearning?

because there is a difference

pining is wanting their hands, the hair, their lips, intertwined with yours

yearning is knowing how much you need it

pining is feeling their breath touch your skin and feeling alive

yearning is feeling that from their mere existence

pining is a dependency

yearning is an addiction

[anditslove]

“How do I stop carrying everything that has ever happened to me?”

— Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak (via buttonpoetry)

[remanence-of-love]

[forkeepsblog]

Could I just say something real quick? 

It’s all coming. Whatever you’re starving for, whatever that ache is that stings your bones, it’s coming. The love, the happiness, the adventures, and the creativity that you are seeking, it is all coming for you. Here’s the thing, don’t let your right now get away. The things you find mundane, keep them. Store them in the pocket of your favorite coat like found pennies. They aren’t futile. Do not let them cause you to feel empty and hollow. They are going to be worthwhile. Keep the hunger for what is coming, but please, keep a tight grip on these little ordinary moments that are happening right now, because they – these tiny pieces of this ordinary affair you find yourself in – are the foundation to your extraordinary. And I promise you, if you begin to recognize your right now, you’ll see your extraordinary coming.  

[internetbt]

[remanence-of-love]

[stimman4000]

my skater bro roommate talks to my other roommates cat exactly like she’s a person and i love it. she was meowing earlier and he was like “dude do you wanna watch a movie with us? you can come chill with us if you want. we’d love to spend some time with you” blessed

[poetsbloom]

Aren't you sick

Of being in love

And not being able

To describe it anymore?

- feeling too much

[davidsvlogs]

ngl matt holding zane’s hand was really cute

the cutest