A Girl In Need

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

“Most days

I am a museum

of things I want to forget”

-E.E Scott

[twinkrespecter]

y’all like to make fun of men having pictures with the fishes they caught on tinder but for me that’s hot as fuck. It tells me he has a hobby, leaves the house at least sometimes, has a friend that takes a picture of him, and most importantly, that he has killed. absolute panty dropper

[fluffwolf101]

This guy just wants to fuck people’s dads…

[twinkrespecter]

this post was tagged with countless amounts of anime boyfriends and other assorted blorbos from shows but finally someone gets me

[typiing-deactivated20240430]

i’m like “i don’t give a fuck” & then have an anxiety attack

[serviceberries]

give yourself a sense of place and time. rotate your wardrobe when the weather changes. update your playlists every month. write down three things you did today. do it everyday. message your friends good morning. buy yourself different flavours of tea based on your mood, the packaging, the weather, your heart. save the little paper labels; stick them in your notebook until the inside cover is full of little colored tags. have it hot in the winter. have it cold in the summer. learn to make apple cider, raspberry cordial. spend the summer knitting a scarf for the colder months. spend the winter sewing loose flowy blouses for the summer. open the windows, five minutes a day if it's cold, all day if it's warm. give yourself a sense of place and time and weather.

[praying]

[feral-ballad]

Emily Skaja, from Brute: Poems; “No, I do not want to connect with you on Linkedin”

[Text ID: “The moon knew me. It took my side.”]

[metamorphesque]

— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

[text ID: If you're happy in a dream, does that count?]

[metamorphesque]

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk / down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs / to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” / when someone sneezes, a leftover / from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. / And sometimes, when you spill lemons / from your grocery bag, someone else will help you/ pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. / We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, / and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile / at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress / to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, / and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. / We have so little of each other, now. So far / from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. / What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these / fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, / have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”

— Small Kindnesses, Danusha Laméris

[azulispector]

What is a home if not the first place you learn to run from?

Richard kadrey // Clementine von Radics // Taylor Swift // Alice (1988) // Amanda Lovelace // sue zhao // ? // Édouard Levé //Emily Berry // ?

[plasmagrrl]

Mabon Dreams

[phriscae]

I had to.

[thedankmemes]

[queenmoriarty]

"Side by side, they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing,

a correspondence of gesture which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other's eyelid.

Their eyes were the same color of gray, intelligent and calm. She, I thought, was very beautiful, in an unsettling, almost medieval way which would not be apparent to the casual observer.“

~ Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[ashberrrry]

August actually slipped away in a moment of time wtf

[brucebocchi]

just saw the absolutely incredible typo “getting fucked soggy style” and now it’s going to rattle around my brain like a pebble in an empty soda can

[silvermoonshinesilknight-deacti]

I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.

[moonstoast]

—longing for love

what i could never confess without some bravado by emily palermo // nickie zimov // homosexuality by frank o’hara // normal people (2020) // the unabridged journal by sylvia plath // holly warburton