kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
occasionally subtle
almost home

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Andulka
noise dept.
todays bird

bliss lane
One Nice Bug Per Day
Sade Olutola
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
hello vonnie

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Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
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kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc
got my lab results back turns out i’m full of rage because i am full of grief
in many ways i am still my pretentious 14 year old self which is fine
the curse is lifted! you are no a beast no more! congratulations! but you'll never forget the way they looked at you, will you.
Mystic Pond by Ralf Mooss
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)
The Château de Villette, Condécourt, France.
Tooooo real
Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed
my favorite lines from this article about poetry from students grades 3-6
WHAT THE FUCK IS NONCHALANT 😭😭😭 i was built to take a sword through my chest for you
mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head