[Dear Sunday]

Maia Eli. 19. Boston. the-bookofeli.tumblr.com I say things on @maiaelidiaa

[ohbrae-deactivated20170317]

me: *lays awake at 3 a.m. thinking of the bomb ass breakfast and coffee i’m gonna make in a few hours*

me waking up past noon: i will have a potato chip. this will suffice as nourishment.

[nokiabae]

i really love oversized clothing that distorts your silhouette. I love being formless

[latenightcornerstore]

When my best friend’s heart breaks, I watch him brick and mortar a bomb shelter into his body. He pencils her name into all the wet cement. Right in front of me, he is holding a wake for the person he used to be and I am not invited. Later, he will thunder or earthquake, but he will not accept any tenderness. In the close-out sale of his heartache, everything gentle must go.

exerpt from NOT THE BULLET by Ashe Vernon

(full text available through my patreon)

[quietbibliophile-blog]

MY DARLING, MY HAMBURGER or BOOK 15

Paul Zindel catalogs a small segment of the loves of four teenagers in his book: My Darling, My Hamburger. Sean, Liz, Maggie, and Dennis learn about social cues and values as they begin their introduction to the adult world. The two couples experience prom and other social situations while dodging rude men, skirting through bars, and staving off their parents’ attacks. The readers watch as they learn whether or not internalizing their struggles is a good thing and when one of them questions existentialism. I wasn’t the keenest reader when it came to this teeny, 122-page novel. It brought back a lot of memories from high school (good and bad) and was rather nostalgic to say the least. This book is perfect for a rainy-day read, just make sure you have a decent cup of cocoa at the ready and maybe a pet to cuddle with after you finish the book.

[lovehigher]

[4a0000-deactivated20170115]

we should all just be quiet maybe

[uncasts]

[not-like-the-restaurant]

Friend: “Hey, I haven’t seen you in forever! how are you?”

me: “Fine, thanks.”

Lemony Snicket from outta nowhere: “Of course, in this case, ‘fine’ is only meant to reassure. She has never been less fine, nor was she ever fine in the first place. Here, the word ‘fine’ could be defined as ‘I am actually slowly dying on the inside, but don’t wish for anyone to worry’.

[thegirlwhocrieswolf]

👏👏👏

[wildflowers]

Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

[thedbldee]

Not Art #18

[just-shower-thoughts]

We should all take a moment and thank god that spiders aren’t pack animals

[4a0000-deactivated20170115]

Who loves me and wants to send me plants

[sinfilth-moved]

self care is drinking 3 pots of coffee and getting into a knife fight w god

[dear-sunday]

david attenborough: look at these caribou

me: :)

david attenborough: watch a wolf kill one of the young

me: :(

david attenborough: the wolf needed to eat to survive

me: :/

david attenborough: look at these ducks

me: :)

[1000drawings]

Not  Evil Animals  by Sophie corrigan

[renoir-boy]

[voynichs]

british romanticism: i went into the woods and i found a beautiful woman, but she wasn’t really a woman, she was my Muse and the woods is my mind

american romanticism: i went into the woods and found the devil and he gave me a clock, but the clock was actually the industrial revolution and it fucking killed me