[omegaverse]

reading a poem a recipe author wrote about her mother who passed and tearing up………. thank you bread recipe for the small dose of heart and tenderness 🥺💖

[omegaverse]

@illness​

[llleighsmith]

if you’re in you’re early-mid twenties and they fucking suck, i promise they fucking suck for most people because it’s the time when you are really figuring out who you want to be how you fit into the world who you should surround yourself and it’s mostly misfires and painful learning experiences and reckoning with your childhood and learning to heal your deep wounds, it’s a very very painful transformation process and it doesn’t really end as you get older, you keep growing and learning, but you learn more and more the tools you need and you can equip yourself with them in times of hardship and find the spaces where you belong that can hold you

[thealogie]

Sometimes reminiscing about pre-quarantine I feel like minor Russian royalty reminiscing about pre-communist revolution times. I’m like…ah yes I used to wear different beautiful outfits to work every day and shake the hands of many people without fear. I would simply leave my house and stroll into a bar for a last-minute cocktail with a friend. I would knock back oysters, sitting elbow-to-elbow with others at the counter. there were plays and concerts I never went to. The tzar invited us over often and had a GIANT chandelier

[seyferta]

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

Richard Siken, “Snow and Dirty Rain” (via seyferta)

[hush-syrup]

Do we simply stare at what’s horrible and forgive it?

From Snow and Dirty Rain by Richard Siken (via hush-syrup)

[zigster-ao3]

Anytime I try to do a rough n’ ready sketch in the style of @blvnk-art I fail... mostly because no one can emulate Blvnk and I really should stop trying but either way, here’s a Harry for you all.

[kbetacygni]

Well,  Well, my love,  We’ve been here before; Don’t drag me through this again We tried everything Under the sun -  Now it’s time to wake up from this,  It’s time to make up for it.

The Head and the Heart, All We Ever Knew  (via kbetacygni)

[apoemaday]

Musée des Beaux Arts

by W. H. Auden

About suffering they were never wrong, The old Masters: how well they understood Its human position: how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along; How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting For the miraculous birth, there always must be Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating On a pond at the edge of the wood: They never forgot That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer’s horse Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Brueghel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry, But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

[bakwaaas]

You gotta understand that some people never really grow. They never learn their lesson. They never recognise their mistakes, they never acknowledge their faults, they never admit they were in the wrong. You will never receive an apology from them, and you will never see their behaviour change.

[comebestill]

Well, I know this is at least partially my fault, but I still hate it

[thelovethatyouhad]

and I thought that it would kill me but it didn’t

[andhetakesandhetakesandhetakes]

friend: what’s wrong? do you wanna talk about it?

me:

[beyondstyx]

[oumaimas]

August, Mary Oliver

[bnmxfld]

F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Great Gatsby

[narwhalertheimpaler]

This is the most accurate description I’ve ever found, thought it was worth spreading ❀

[nezdabez]

Yup