— Lina A.
— Kait Rokowski, from "The Civil Guillotine" in So Much For the Mercy Kill
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Jules of Nature
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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shark vs the universe

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Love Begins
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@derea1ity
— Lina A.
— Kait Rokowski, from "The Civil Guillotine" in So Much For the Mercy Kill
you have to admit there are some joys in life that can only be felt due to hardship. a common example is steaming hot showers. it takes a cold day, or a sickness, for someone to experience the joy of a hot shower. you can’t enjoy it in the heat. then there’s the joy of a fulfilling sleep, often achieved through a tiring day. and there’s the joy of a reunion, achieved through separation. and there are many more examples. sometimes difficulty carries a special range of joys and that’s something to be thankful about.
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I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
december isnt real december cannot hurt me i am immune to calenders i have never seen a calendar
Eileen Myles, “Holes.” I Must Be Living Twice: New and Selected Poems 1975 - 2014
ADA LIMÓN
shoutout to friends btw. best thing earth has to offer
— October 19, 1917 / The Blue Octavo Notebooks
You’re telling me falling in love is real I thought that was just something made up to make music more interesting
Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry featured in The Letters & Journals of Katherine Mansfield
(girl who has never told anyone anything) i must just be doing it for attention
never kill yourself. discovering music is literally endless. you know songs? they're always making new ones