old haunts, new ghosts

do people actually know how to spell this word, or do they google it and pretend they do?

[bourgwesioie]

“If a thing is worth doing, it’s worth doing badly.” //

the fact that i can’t paint, or sing, or write haikus, doesn’t matter. i can do these things (very poorly) just because i love to.

sometimes, it turns out, it’s fine to half-ass things. even important things. when something is really important, it’s okay to just do it to the best of your ability today. maybe tomorrow it will be better, or even perfect. today it’s just done, and that’s okay.

g.k. chesterton // if a thing is worth doing, it's worth doing it poorly by karen banes

[poolsofchrome]

If you feel your feet starting to lift, your body getting lighter—please go back in dear listeners

[bourgwesioie]

something about this image is so fucking compelling i could stare at it for hours

[arcane-machine]

I fucking hate texas I hate that abortions are more restricted than the guns that cause preventable mass shootings at schools and churches and Walmart and and and and it just goes on like this… it’s “protect the children” “what about the children” until the children are murdered in their elementary school and then it all “thoughts and prayers” “there’s nothing we can do” “don’t bring up gun control now it’s disrespectful to the victims” but I bet all 14 children and that 1 teacher would still be alive if we had any sort of gun laws

[funeral-clown]

actually supervillains with kid hero nemeses are hysterical bc if i was a billionaire and i found out the kid who was also my nemesis was a preteen orphan i would simply adopt them. oh you’re going to stop my nefarious schemes? how when you’re grounded. go to your room

[funeral-clown]

the trick is be a good parent so they don’t wanna fight you. son if you topple my criminal empire how will i pay for your college? reverse batmanning

[funeral-clown]

Weaponized guilt. Son you’re out on a school night? When you have that big science test tomorrow? I thought you’d be studying…getti g some rest…no I’m not mad I’m just. Well a little disappointed I guess. What do you mean this wouldn’t be happening if I’d stop robbing banks their insurance covers it son money isn’t real

[funeral-clown]

Who’s this guy is he your “sidekick”? That’s so cute when are you having him over for dinner. I’m not teasing I think it’s sweet I’m glad you’re making friends. Side note how durable is he I’m about to throw a car at you

[yawn-emoji]

[slavicafire]

weekend? more like weakened. let me rest

[petrichara]

Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen

[petrichara]

Iain Thomas, The Light That Shines When Things End / Phil Kaye and Sarah Kay, When Love Arrives

[bourgwesioie]

I can't refuse her, not anything, not now, not ever. But the words that come aren't enough for this. For her. So I speak in a language she doesn't know. Je t'aime. Aujourd'hui. Ce soir. Demain. Pour toujours. Si je vivais mille ans, je t'appartiendrais pour tous. Si je vivais mille vies, je te ferais mienne dans chacune d'elles.

        I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.

the retribution of mara dyer (mara dyer #3) by michelle hodkin

[peasunflower]

I'm in love with unvoluntary validation of a relationship. My best friend saying "our spot", my brother saying "our cookie recipe" or my mum saying "our song". Like YES I LOVE YOU TOO. I'm so soft for it.

[bourgwesioie]

involuntary* but the point still stands

[to-be-okay-deactivated20221112]

“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people: “No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.””

— Courtney C. Stevens

[moved-saintsebastiensbf]

poem by langston hughes // the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us by sufjan stevens

[symphonicseauxl]

Not interested in a love I have to earn or perform for. I want to be loved as a choice, on purpose, not as a reward

[bourgwesioie]

The trouble was not

in the kitchen or the tulips

but only in my head, my head.

anne sexton

[astronomyparkers]

i PERSONALLY would like to FALL IN LOVE please!!!!!! and have the SAME PERSON fall in love with me BACK!!!!!!! could i get some MUTUAL AFFECTION out here!!!!!!!!!

[marlposas]

when richard siken said “I want to tell you this story without confessing anything [...] I want to tell you this story without having to be in it”

[bourgwesioie]

It was November— the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind—songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

L.M Montgomery; Anne of Green Gables