[catchymemes]

[goth-queen]

[unrar]

Freedom of speech is not a license to be disrespectful.

[aardvarkingmad]

Yes it is. It is a license to be rude, crude, disrespectful, insulting, hurtful, even to lie. Because freedom of speech is about not giving ANYONE the power to tell another person what they may or may not say or write. The threat to our civiliization from tyrants (in government or in social media) to control who may speak and who may not, and what people may or may not say, is far worse than the consequences of people being rude, crude, disrespectful or dishonest.

[guerrillatech]

[pisshandkerchief-deactivated202]

Holy shit that's so cool

[knightofleo]

[beckiboos]

Finally “do you love the colour of the sky” got compressed for our convenience

[kandykittixd]

This is now my favorite photo

[themaiajae]

[funeral]

D.W. Winnicott

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke

[flowerytale]

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, featured in The Letters Of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956

[Text ID: I know I’ll always think of you with something like hurt and nostalgia―and a great deal of love.]

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint

[meet-my-soul]

[theoptia]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970

Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.

[wedarkacademia]

(via violentwavesofemotion)

[jondrettegirls]

[Text in image: “I do not really know whether I have survived. My inner self has shut itself up more and more. As though to protect itself, it has become inaccessible even to me.” — Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Elisabeth Schenck wr. c. Janurary 1919. End text.]

[alas-pooryorick]

                    

On Friendship, Falling in Love and Falling Apart, pt. 2 (pt. 1, pt. 3, pt. 4)

Ode to Friendship, Noor Hindi

The Truth Has Three Sides, Sabrina Benaim

I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song), Fall Out Boy

Autumn, Patty Dickson Pieczka

Unknown

Unknown

Nature Poem, Chen Chen

Planet of Love, Richard Siken

Ever Yours: The Essential Letters, Vincent Van Gogh

Just Like Heaven, The Cure

Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood

The Dialogue of Desire and Guilt, J.D. McClatchy

Someplace Like Montana, Ada Limón

Cold Solace, Anna Belle Kaufman

Fleabag (2016-2019)

Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken

Your Love Finds Its Way Back, Sierra DeMulder

The Diaries of Katherine Mansfield

Moments, Mary Oliver

[cock-holliday]

People who switch pronouns in songs to no-homo the situation are so funny. The idea literally never even occurred to me as a kid. Couldn’t be me. I am a woman scorned. I am a man who had his heart broken. I am a guy who hates his hometown. I’m a country boy, I’m a city girl. I’m a slut. I’m addicted to cocaine. It’s a song, man.

[loveisdamnation]

waterborn, natasha trethewey | nietzsche | archbudzar on instagram | a great hope fell, emilio dickinson | the third hour of the night, frank bidart

[metamorphesque]

you don't have to be good

Japanese Breakfast, Oscar Wilde, John Steinbeck, Wu Ruo Hsin

buy me a coffee

[javarisx-fightingthosedemons]