afterglow

just brainrot and quotes

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[batsmilelove]

It's spring again and we are not together anymore.

[threespringspoet]

Demanded nothing….

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— william wordsworth (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[lunamonchtuna]

— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; "You Are with the Wrong Person" (via lunamonchtuna)

[typhlonectes]

[honourablejester]

Okay, this made me pause and literally write out every letter that 'fell' in order (‘oomngouuhhrsrtutpntnue’), then make sure they were all contained in 'turntomushuponthergroun'.

They are, and it's very satisfying.

[catsdelune]

Even if I had the voice to do so, I would not have. This is not my grief to split from throat to belly, not my past to reconstruct from viscera and ice.

[catsdelune]

'Cause it's my problem if I wanna pack up and run away It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die

Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life?

[callmedaisy]

Here comes fall!

[catsdelune]

Beware he who would deny you access to information, for in his heart, he dreams himself your master.

[catsdelune]

How could i be responsible for another life? Life terrifies me. It's harsh, and bleak, and draining.

[catsdelune]

what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives

[catsdelune]

Sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and the fear washes over me, 'cause what if this is it? What if this is right where I belong? I'm a failure. I'm not pretty, or naturally pleasant, or friendly. Im not smart, or funny, or confident. I'm exactly what mama said I was. Weak. I don't know why. What did I do? Why wasn't my family like yours? I hate what if feels like to be me and not you.

[catsdelune]

it is the star to every wandering bark,

whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

within his bending sickle's compass come;

love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

if this be error and upon me proved,

i never writ, nor no man ever loved.

[weltenwellen]

Ada Limón, from "To the Busted Among Us", Sharks in the Rivers

[catsdelune]

when we are sad it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't change. your descriptions of the desert—that oceanic, endless glare—are terrible but also very beautiful. maybe there's something to be said for the rawness and emptiness of it all.

[catsdelune]

starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night