[happybecauseofgrace]

the moon knows.

[metamorphesque]

—  Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

[thoodleoo]

i think the wine-dark sea and rosy-fingered dawn should kiss

[calellon]

love is real... (ate some fruit and sat in the sun)

[wortcunter-deactivated20200902]

the overwhelming desire to just exist without having to prove one’s worth in the false world of commodity and personality production

[twofigs]

time to go on antidepressants i think

[megairea]

It’s a restless moonlit night tonight.

Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master & Margarita (tr. by Richard Pevear & Larissa Volokhonsky), 1940 (via megairea)

[shisasan]

𝙴𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝙴𝚞𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜

[greelin]

you know when you’re talking w/ someone and you just feel.. Warm. like.. not.. warmth temperature-wise but just this.. sense of overall coziness like on an emotional level speaking w/ them is the equivalent of whenever you step into a patch of sunlight… that’s something

[jayce]

[zackisontumblr]

staying up late with other humans is such a weird thing like you get this special bond and like a what is this feeling

[curseofmxcbeth]

[metamorphesque]

— Virginia Woolf, a diary entry

[greeksblog]

you, who opened suns in my heart,

[bluhgb]

[fortuneaday]

[A white fortune cookie paper with blue text reading: The stars appear every night in the sky. All is well. Lucky Numbers 10, 16, 18, 27, 30, 32]

[theorangepdf]

book dedications are so tender here is this piece of art i made for an audience of thousands. but really every word is for you