[allsadnshit]

sometimes I forget about being brave as an option

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “A Meeting”, Truro Bear and Other Adventures : Poems and Essays

[praying]

[love]

via pinterest

[amphtgrphy]

[recaption]

[thoughtsfromawallflower]

[distorte]

[posthumanwanderings]

[abduction]

[heateron]

“One day I will tell you what I’ve been. It will scare you.”

— Yrsa Daley-Ward, “revelation,” bone 

[recaption]

[theweatherlab]

[firefox-official]

i went through an entire character arc during quarantine

[firefox-official]

i became more evil if you’re curious

[walks-the-ages]

We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!

[firefox-official]

i’m going to get worse on purpose

[firefox-official]

it’s been exactly a year since this post and i am prime evil

[primulaceas]

Julian K. Jarboe, “As Tender Feet of Cretan Girls Danced Once Around an Altar of Love.” Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel

[filmaticbby]

Cruel Intentions (1999) dir. Roger Kumble

[inkskinned]

we couldn't be friends anymore and i knew because it was in your hands. i had somehow fallen into the arch of your fingerprint, the tender loops of your veins. the tiny scars of childhood; the larger scars with stories linked into the cell membrane. you laugh and hide your hands behind your back, say they're kind of gnarly, i think -

we couldn't be friends anymore and i knew because it was in your kneecap. you have a tiny freckle right on the outside of the left one; it trickles in a roadmap of three partnered dots, laughing down the curve of your leg. you always forget to shave a part of it; you'll point it out while you cross your legs over themselves into my lap. you tell me i have knobbly knees, i think -

we couldn't be friends anymore and i knew because it was in the hangnail. in the harpchord of your split ends. in the crooked tooth and rushed eyeliner and birthmark over your rib. everything you assured me was a little ugly.

and i stood there with my little uglies and the scar over my left eye from a rusty pole and my horrible crooked nose and weirdly proportioned bones and i just knew, the way all things make sense, suddenly - that a long time ago, i just forgot how to feel pretend around you. i forgot how to feel on-display.

and you showed me all your little uglies in a glorious little parade and it was just looking at you, just-you, and the way you handed me this secret insecurity, and i knew, i just -