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"hand in unlovable hand"

[sapphothetic-moved]

not to be all [i love you till my breathing stops i love you till you call the cops on me] [it’s rotten work not to me not if it’s you] [i can take care of myself just fine. no. what do you mean no? no] [one word from you and i would jump off of this ledge i’m on baby] [i will do anything whatever she wants] [is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?] [you want to die for love you always have] [love for you is not like the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying] but i want a love full of devotion

[macaulaytwins]

Crush by Richard Siken // Two Girls in Bed by Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec // “Washing Machine Heart” by Mitski // David Altmejd // Wasted by Marya Hornbacher // Embrace Painting by Peter Wever

[existential-celestial]

“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”

— Sylvia Plath in her journal entry dated 8 August 1952, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[literaphobe]

lexa died after having gay sex on the 100 so that cas could get dragged through a fiery pit allegedly worse than hell after confessing his decade long gay crush to a man who was on the verge of calling him slurs

[valtsv]

man i love fictional characters i really do. here's a fake little guy you can project real big emotions onto.

[alraunahomestead]

illustrator’s (@alart_draws)

[metamorphesque]

1. Meg Day 2. Haruki Murakami 3. Edouard Labrosse 4. Rainer Maria Rilke 5. Ron Hicks 6. Virginia Woolf 7. Joan Didion 8. Ron Hicks 9. Sylvia Plath 10. Anne Magill 11. Franz Kafka 12. Peter Wever 13. Vi Khi Nao 14. Peter Wever 15. Anna Akhmatova

[yesterdaysprint]

Sauk County Standard, Baraboo, Wisconsin, May 16, 1855

[shitboy96]

The joker sees this and thinks “oh this is just normal paving”

[sedoretu]

ohhhh so THIS is the twisted fucking cycle path

[carlgallaghers]

carl and fiona moments (3/?)

[snorlaxatives]

What do you think of girls with glasses??

i’m glad they can see

[iriseslonging]

“He had a scar on his hip from a dog bite in his childhood. Our first night together I kissed it and he breathed the most profound sigh and asked how did I know exactly where he wanted to be touched, that no one had ever touched him there. Our romance was like that, healing every old wound with magic disappearing powers until they were all tended. We lived out of time, nursed all injuries, shared all the stories and then were fortified and ready to go on with our life together.”

— Elizabeth Alexander, The Light of the World: A Memoir (via iriseslonging)

[ryebreadgf]

art belongs to children i think

[megairea]

“[…] when she saw me turn to her she reached and took my hand. She took it, not to be led by me, not to be comforted; only to hold it, because it was mine.”

— Sarah Waters, Fingersmith, 2002

[beaut1fulmelody]

[introspectivepoet]

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd–The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

—Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet (Pantheon, 1991, originally published in 1982)

[archai9925]

no, I will not do my stupid human tasks, I will stare at the ceiling and yearn for something I'll never feel