I’ve just got this restless ache at the centre of me. I’m worried it’s infected. I’m worried it’s spreading to my heart.
Elisabeth Hewer, from “Washing out Wounds” in Wishing for Birds (via weltenwellen)
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I’ve just got this restless ache at the centre of me. I’m worried it’s infected. I’m worried it’s spreading to my heart.
Elisabeth Hewer, from “Washing out Wounds” in Wishing for Birds (via weltenwellen)
…for we are in such fragile skin, so close to getting lost in the in-between.
Eimear McBride, from The Lesser Bohemians (via luthienne)
is jake gyllenhaal gay??
why would you ask us, a narnia blog, this
I used to think that the most anti-capitalist gestures left had to do with love, particularly love poetry: to write a love poem and give it to the one you desired, seemed to me a radical resistance. But now I see I was wrong. The most anti-capitalist protest is to care for another and to care for yourself. To take on the historically feminized and therefore invisible practice of nursing, nurturing, caring. To take seriously each other’s vulnerability and fragility and precarity, and to support it, honor it, empower it. To protect each other, to enact and practice community. A radical kinship, an interdependent sociality, a politics of care. Because, once we are all ill and confined to the bed, sharing our stories of therapies and comforts, forming support groups, bearing witness to each other’s tales of trauma, prioritizing the care and love of our sick, pained, expensive, sensitive, fantastic bodies, and there is no one left to go to work, perhaps then, finally, capitalism will screech to its much-needed, long-overdue, and motherfucking glorious halt.
Johanna Hedva
It was nice to have you in my life while I did, good luck with everything that happens after now.
Went to Scotland last week. I failed to do it justice.
i know resting bitch face is like a joke thing but um has anyone ever talked about how profoundly soul-destroying it is to be told you look sad or angry or like you hate everyone when you uhhh actually are…genuinely trying to be nice or gregarious or even were in quite a good mood and had literally no idea you were even coming across as aloof or unpleasant
Me: *opens up to people, confesses fears and worries, attempts to bond and find kinship and friendship*
Everyone Else I Know: oh my gosh you are so mysterious nobody ever knows what you think you are so closed off lol scorpios lol
Jess Miles
… the sky and I are in open conversation…
Sylvia Plath, from “I Am Vertical,” Crossing the Water (via lifeinpoetry)
i will not stop doing peace signs in photos until there is world peace
may I never lose that terror that keeps me brave
Audre Lorde, from The Black Unicorn: Poems; “Solstice” (via luthienne)
Bought an old, used copy of Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being – it’s inscribed and full of underlined passages; how could anyone get rid of this?
self-care quality check
these are questions I ask myself to evaluate the quality of my self-care:
When was the last time I showered?
When was the last time I got some fresh air and sunlight?
How many hours of sleep did I get last night?
When was the last time I hugged someone?
When was the last time I changed into fresh clothes?
How long has it been since I’ve eaten?
When was the last time I cleaned my living space?
When was the last time I did something just for me that wasn’t ultimately productive?
idk what i’d do without rice