OVER THE POND

floating through time and space catch me if u can

[pawcakes]

body positivity thats just like “dont worry men will still have sex with you” ... like girl who is that helping

[batmanego]

im having feelings about the uffington white horse again

[batmanego]

so essentially there’s this cool horse drawn into the hills in england made out of chalk and it’s like 3,000 years old.

people carved trenches 3,000 years ago and filled them with chalk in the shape of a horse but what’s interesting is that if you fail to maintain the horse by adding new chalk regularly, it will disappear. for 3,000 years, we’ve been filling in chalk in this horse so it doesn’t disappear.

we’ll never know what the purpose of the horse was originally. we’ll never know if it had ritual or spiritual significance or if it was just art. but we do know that people maintained it then, and, even though the meaning of the horse has long been lost to time, we continue to maintain it now.

the people who made this horse are long dead, but they live through us still, don’t you think?

[batmanego]

couldn’t agree more we’re best friends now

[9710144]

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[frogdilf-archive]

deeply disturbed by that one specific feeling after you’ve seen a really good movie (maybe it’s not “good” but you get the point). it’s just like im way too full of love and thoughts and yet im also gapingly empty and hyperaware of my place in existence at the same time, and im pretty sure i’ve unlocked a secret of the universe that i couldn’t explain to anybody else if i tried. and yeah i will forget what it is by tomorrow but from now on, anything that reminds me of that one movie and the way it left me changed inside will always just have this unplaceable emotion attached to it. weird

[tonysopranobignaturals-deactiva]

[powerbottombrucespringsteen]

If i were in a high fantasy setting i’d be corrupted by the allure of ancient and forbidden magicks SO quickly you have no idea

[inland-delta]

John Kiraly, Positano Moon,1992

[89words]

“I have dreamed of you so often, you are no longer real.”

— Dean Young, from “Robert Desnos (1900-1945),” in Bender: New and Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2012)

[geopsych]

The light is so gorgeous on these humid mornings.

[djklmnx]

[lauramakabresku]

the flame of contemplation

[micawindow]

Astrology is actually real and not in a funny way and it doesn’t matter if you believe in her or not

[colebeal]

we sat here freezing, about to leave, and then the mountain turned pink, and a layer of fog settled over the frozen trillium lake

[pastperfectcontinuous]

Jeanette Winterson

[random-jot]

this is another big mood

[boundlessennui]

wanna write a song that perfectly encapsulates the concept of being able to pull out facets of yourself to be exactly whoever or whatever someone needs of you at any given time while simultaneously never seemingly being able to be who or what you need of yourself :’) 

[freckled-lili]

“You know, love doesn’t mean ‘I never want you to change’. But I don’t think it means ‘I don’t care if you change’ either. So I suppose it might mean, ‘I believe that you’ll always be the person I adore’. A declaration of faith, perhaps.”

— Sayaka Saeki, やがて君になる (Bloom into You).