son·der
/ˈsändər/
noun the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.
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occasionally subtle
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son·der
/ˈsändər/
noun the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.
How are you?
i am okay
Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (trans. Gregory Rabassa)
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there are times when i ride the bus home and the whole vehicle is calm and quiet—most people sleeping, or busy, unbothered. these are the times i sometimes sing softly, little secrets i whisper into the space and atmosphere i occupy; hidden melodies tucked into tiny pockets of time and existence.
or inevitably weep. delicate sorrows spilled in temporary rests. like Jacob, this is my altar—this window seat too shall be my witness. in an hour or so, i depart. in an hour or so, i leave.
Since the ocean has meat, salt, and veg in it, it is technically a big thing of soup. (source)
but it’s COLD >:(
The Ocean Is Gazpacho
Our hearts are adjoined. Our fingers intertwine with one another's.
I want to listen to your heartbeat. Just rest my head on your chest and listen.
nobody:
me, waking up at 2 am: i have a mind and a soul as well as a heart and i’ve got ambition and i’ve got talent as well as just beauty.......but i'm so lonely
can y'all believe they named a whole art museum after lorde’s song
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)
I never used to believe in all those cheesy clichés, but now I understand why they’re so common: it’s because they’re true, and you make me feel all of them.
I just want you. Your messy morning hair. Your humming when you’re making breakfast. Your cuddling during thunderstorms. Your hand holding mine as we gaze at the stars. Your good days. Your bad. Your everything. I want you.