[imsayak]

People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

[enesl]

found this on pinterest

it's beautiful

[quoetree]

Richard Papen:

[academic-vampire]

𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 ☕️

[blogitalianissimo]

Maschio italiano sentirà l'ennesima notizia di una donna mortificata, umiliata e massacrata da uno o più uomini, e commenterà con "non siamo tutti così"

[blogitalianissimo]

Maschio italiano procederà poi ad elencarti tutti gli efferati crimini con vittime degli uomini, lamentandosi perché di questi "non se ne parla", omettendo però che il 90% di quei crimini sono stati commessi da altri uomini

[wordsnpoetry]

“let love be what we speak and words be what we feel for in this lonely world we seek to be loved enough to heal”

— fairy’s tale

[lucidloving]

Twan Eng Tan, The Gift of Rain // Makoto Shinkai, Your Name // Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star // Pavana // Lang Leav, "Soul Mates" // S.E. Hall, Emerge // Hayao Miyazaki, Spirited Away // Hafiz

[lucidloving]

Lover—Taylor Swift // Euripides, Orestes (trans. Anne Carson) // Bob Hicok, "Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem" // Friedrich Nietzsche

[luthienne]

Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)

[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]

[biondamorta]

I used to have long hair but you know they say “hair holds memory” so I cut it off. And now I miss it like I miss you but hair grows back and you left forever.

[biondamorta]

[myfakeplasticlove13]

[1anonyymous1]

Isn’t it weird how perfume can remind you of a time in your life

[presselle]

there are times where it sinks in, that i may never write the most beautiful poetry. that i may not write anything beautiful at all, that these things i consider lovely and worth immortalizing are just a blink of an eye to everyone else. there lies the fear that my life's work is barely a line in someone else's story, and that i will be forgotten.

but despite the fear, i am assured that while i never said anything beautiful, i too, have never said anything ugly. i'll go to my grave knowing that these lips have swallowed down all the unkind words instead of spitting them out. i'll lie in my casket at peace.

not one person in this world got cut by my tongue, and maybe, that's most beautiful i'll ever be.

-presselle | 11042023 | on beauty and words

[sesiondemadrugada]

A Ghost Story (David Lowery, 2017).

[yms1]

The only therapy I know is distance and silence

[biondamorta]

Abbiamo parlato ogni tanto anni fa, tipo 5-6 anni fa ahaha

Tumblr è fatto per i momenti bui

Ho parlato con tanta gente negli anni, devi essere più specifico

[biondamorta]

Ogni tanto fai ritorno, come stai?

Ritorno sempre nei momenti più bui.

Chi sei?