Bloom And Grow

Just a girl looking for love 

[roadmotel]

Danez Smith, “I’m Going Back to Minnesota Where Sadness Makes Sense”

[beamingsuggestion]

to everyone making progress that nobody else recognizes, I’m proud of you

[sapphicramblings]

the goldfinch, 2019 / you are jeff, richard siken

[deardarlingava]

[teenagerposts]

“Please don’t use ‘I love you’ as a filler when you’ve got nothing to say. Don’t use it as an alternative for ‘sorry’. Don’t use it when you’re feeling bad or mad. Don’t use it to escape an argument. Don’t say it out of pity. Don’t use it against someone. Instead, please use it wisely. Calm yourself then think once, twice, or maybe even a hundred times before using it. Question yourself before uttering it. Make sure you know it’s what you feel before saying it. Say it only to the right person. Say it because you mean it. Say it because not saying it makes you anxious. Say it because there’s no other word nor phrase that compares to how you feel. Say it because that person earned your trust to hear it and last; Say this to yourself. You deserve it.”

—  3 am thoughts (via suspend)

[computersloth-blog]

I’m blowing u a kiss it should arrive in 3-5 business days

[thorinsons]

“Dearly beloved friends, we gather here in the sight of God to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony, an honorable estate instituted by God in the time of man’s great innocence.”

[mothermishy]

Sasha Komarova shot by Emmie America, hair by Yroslavtsev Alexey, makeup by Julia Rada.

[diversed]

[count-thepetals]

the poems, the lyrics, the twittering birds, offer feelings she hasn’t discovered yet. they are open fields of love and gently rocking ships at dusk with the wind trembling across her skin. the words, the syllables, lull her into a sweet melodic stupor. she has urges to dance and to cry and none are felt more strongly than the waves of understanding. a comfort that across the centuries, people have understood and expressed ideas and emotions she could only grasp at, slipping through her fingers like sand.

[eucalyptus-sage]

being known is being loved

"i know your pizza order" "you have freckles on your ears" "you make this face when you're tired" "you order green tea on a good day black on a bad day" "you always make that face before you try something" "the tips of your ears turn red when you're angry" "i knew you'd say something" "you must be exhausted to miss the class" "your favorite pie is pumpkin, right?" "i know your phone number, don't worry" "you miss me, i can tell" "you fiddle with your pens when you're bored" "you don't like converse unless they're high tops" "your favorite cereal is cinnamon toast crunch and you first ate it when you were 8"

being known is being loved.

[awrldalone]

some things we should start romanticising

bike rides, especially when listening to music. the wind in your hair, the songs in your ears, every sound being quiet and living in your own bubble of lyrics. (edit: in some countries this is illegal and it can be dangerous - i had not thought of that and i apologise)

sitting in a bus. you’re going back home, maybe you’re reading a book or just looking outside of the foggy glass.

making tea. warming up the water, bringing it to a simmer and closing the gas, pouring it into a ceramic mug, the perfume of tea leaves: it’s a ritual.

buying a new book. walking in a book store, reading the first page of a book that sounds interesting, choosing a book because of its cover, never having heard of that book.

reading the last page of a book. that one doctor who episode where the doctor says he rips the last page of each book he reads, reading the last line and feeling like all the air in your lungs is gone.

that one specific moment when you are coming back from a party and you’re walking the few last steps before getting home. 

writing your name on a new notebook. scribbling messy letters or trying hard to make it look pretty.

tying shoe laces. where are you even going?

picking a flower. getting off the road and into a patch of grass just to pick a yellow wild flower, pressing it in a book, or putting it in a glass of water.

finally getting to bed. the cold bedsheets, closing your burning eyes, the small sounds of the city.

-c. 23.07.20 6.15pm

[sisypheansadfish]

Richard Siken, Crush.

[chicgarden]

[leslieknope2k44]

a crash crash course on the golden age of hollywood

to state the obvious, this is not meant to be a be all end all guide. it’s just a start for people who wanna know more about some of the essentials of the era. there’s plenty of people and movies i didn’t include but at least now you can listen to vogue and understand all the references.

[mattys1975]

[adampvrrish]

the only person that understands me is richard siken

[adampvrrish]