love, pull your sore ribs in

soha

[8-bitfiction]

[ororororog]

[colorfulfades]

colorful fade 34936 - #d18a17 and #f9994e

[c1outy]

Visit Original Link

[dastoor]

Visit Original Link

[kitchentable]

[dastoor]

“Kiss”

[freediaspora]

[gerrycanavan]

[dastoor]

​*covers my heart in honey*

[sheabutterbitch]

all my selves, loving you

[maobeedong]

[heavenspeople-deactivated201803]

Me a lot of these days :(

[sunnieblues]

[snpsnpsnp]

You know when you go to a museum with a friend and it’s understood that you don’t have to stand side by side in front of every canvas? You can move at different speeds, occupy different corners, get separated, and it’s fine and relaxing because somehow when it’s time to leave, you’ll find each other. My favorite type of writing is like that, where it drifts in and out of different rooms, and sometimes ideas get lost or sentences sort of wander or drop off and the meanings and senses of things get separated, but it doesn’t matter. Like how after the museum, you can walk for a few blocks with your friend in silence, not pressed to speak.

Durga, interviewed by moi, for Bookforum. (via arabellesicardi)

[dastoor]

my hair has gotten so long

[dastoor]

[dastoor]

maybe i’ll get around to posting an update later... some things are the same, most are different.

i feel even more like a little lost bumblebee bumping into everything.

pretty sure my increase of “bad decisions” is caused by continual lack of self-reflection

i think i’ve found my best friend - so don’t mind me im just soaking as much as i can of that chocolate protein powder smell and trying not to cry too too much.