Binky

In my own time, I’ll write until I know you In my own time, I’ll brighten up the corners

[wizardshark]

Good morning! I- *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you*

[avainblue]

would you like to be old friends? maybe meet again in a decade or so? stumble into the same corner of the world by happy, human accident? look at me like you know me? like all the love we had was just on stand by, waiting to be fallen back into, waiting for permission to wake up, like the dormant volcano we are? pick each other back up again like a well loved, well forgotten book? would you like to be old friends? would you like to remember me a little?

[isabelopaque]

Men should be injured for my entertainment

[treecitysessions]

[blua]

[kaijuno]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Very unhappy and haunted. I wish I knew what to do.”

— Vita Sackville-West, from a diary entry featured in “The Selected Writings,”

[sunsbleeding]

HANDS SPEAK SECRETS (acrylic on paper)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I know nothing except that I’m waiting for you and that you never come.”

— Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlyn Thomas written c. May 1953

[fantomedomestique]

me: feels an emotion and expresses it

abused brain: apologize 

[readmorepoets]

“It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on this earth as though I had a right to be here.”

— James Baldwin (via tamarrud)

[the-unlucky-thirteen]

Being raised without stability really fucks with your head, you’re forever trying to figure out a person’s “pattern“ to see how you have to approach them, whether they’re in a good mood and it’s safe, or if they’re in a bad mood and you have to be careful or maybe avoid them altogether, just because those who raised you could never keep a consistent emotional reaction

[r-siken-deactivated20210531]

wishbone, richard siken

[iapheth]

[cryptid-corpse]

The best way to contact me is to meet me in my dreams at 3am

[heavensghost]

Florence Welch

[weltenwellen]

Marie Howe, from “Watching Television”, What the Living Do