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Today's Document
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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shark vs the universe
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Cosmic Funnies
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Product Placement
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WINTER IN HER VEINS & FIRE IN HIS BLOOD. (COMING SOON)
… Yet she was born as a lady of noble blood with winter running through her veins, immune to the ice cold of the north, and to the one-eyed dragon prince that she’d soon meet, the prince with dragon fire running through his veins.
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
Individualism is a poison upon this earth.
You and i overlap in more categories than we remain seperate. A mirror is held up every time you face another human. I am you and you are me bitch
Looking at the notes is so fucking funny cause literally everyone is like “no thank I am the exception” lol no you are not. All your experiences are cosmically mundane and you gotta learn to see the beauty in that instead of feeling threatened.
ngl besties i wanna get railed
Joan Didion, “On Keeping a Notebook”
Wednesday reminder
“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)
“With you, intimacy colors my voice. Even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here’.”
— Warsan Shire (via bexrps)
A university degree, four books, and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading,
You write to me “good morning” and I read it as, “I love you”.
— Mahmoud Darwish
the feminine urge to only find yourself beautiful in your vulnerable states. hair in a self taught braid, pieces curling out. nose rubbed raw and red from a cold. cropped thrifted graphic tee thats riding up, glasses pushed up onto your head. who will want me when i’m brushing my teeth and counting out pills? who will find me desirable if not myself?
wish there was a non rude way to be like “I understand your criticism, I don’t even necessarily disagree with it, but I am doing these things on purpose, because I like them and I want to, and therefore your opinion has no value, because you might think me painting a room entirely pink is tacky, but I did it on purpose”
Sometimes it’s better to let things go and leave people and situations alone. Stop looking for explanations, excuses, closure, validation or answers. Stop living a life centered on what others did or didn’t do. Focus on how you want to feel and what you can do about it. Peace comes when you realize that your happiness was created by you. You are your own responsibility.
the feminine urge to go running into a new year and beg what i love and i leave to forgive me
but then i open my eyes and reality hits me all over again
WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please
NYT Tiny Love Stories, 2/11/2020
A Bookmark Near the End
He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. “What does love mean to you?” I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end. — Julia Nicole Camp
2- Mikko Harvey / 3- @beetlejuices / 4- Ocean Vuong / 5- Sarah Kay and Philip Kaye / 6- Franz von Stuck / 7- Cortes Edouard Leon
Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
In Place Of The Mirror is a Portrait of You, @lilllium | Home Is Not a Country, Safia Elhillo | Myself Time, Ron Hicks | Sweet the Sound, Clementine von Radics | Memory of Forgetfulness, Mahmoud Darwish | Looking in the Mirror, Ron Hicks | Dressing Room, Ron Hicks, | Diaries of Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka | Rilke’s Book of Hours, Rainer Maria Rilke
my end-life goal is ...I want to look at the provocations of the universe, I want to look at everything I’ve lost & all the “almost”s with people, all the grieving and the loss, I want to look at the pain and the suffering, I want to look with clear eyes at the unrealized potential & I want to say in whatever words it will hear me, in whatever language that it understands: “I do not want revenge”.
