For my next trick, I'm going the fuck back to bed
will byers stan first human second

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oozey mess

Janaina Medeiros

Love Begins
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Three Goblin Art
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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For my next trick, I'm going the fuck back to bed
Listening to songs and thinking about something the songs aren’t about
Albert Camus, from his novel titled "The Stranger," originally published in May 1942
Yi Sang, from a poem titled "Poem XV," featured in The Columbia Anthology of Modern Korean Poetry
Edgar Allan Poe, from a poem featured in "Poetry and Selected Tales of Edgar Allan Poe,"
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath | Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Burn Lake 4”
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
— Marina Tsvetaeva, in a letter to Boris Pasternak, from A Russian Psyche: The Poetic Mind of Marina Tsvetaeva (via lunamonchtuna)
i understand why cats just sit and stare at nothing
"I wish we met sooner" is such a gentle sentiment. I love you so much I not only want you in my future, but in my past too. I want to have known you when we were small stupid kids, have held hands together as we played outside. I want to have stressed out over exams together, nudging a mug of still steaming hot chocolate against your elbow to get you to focus. I want to have told you I love you before I did anyone else. I want to have held you in my arms when all those sad memories you describe to me were still fresh wounds. I want my past to have been full of you, and full of meaningful memories with you. I want my past lives to have been spent with you, whether as two lovers, or two housecats cuddling by the fireplace on a snowy day, or two flowers that just happened to bloom on the same day, next to each other. I want to have consumed your existence and intertwined it with my own since my birth, never to be separated from you for a moment. I want to have loved you throughout it all, for all time.
seeking, yearning, reaching hands
handmade flower lockets by adara.amber
Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti