e lucevan le stelle

[miamlsunshine]

[jodie-whittakers-suspenders]

(girl who has never told anyone anything) i must just be doing it for attention

[pollen]

Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"

[talktomeafter12]

When Franz Kafka said, "I ran from love because I knew it would destroy me. " but Fyodor Dostoevsky said, "I ran into love because I needed it to destroy who I used to be. "

[omgbunnyrabbits-blog]

Pretty bunny playing with flower petals.

[in-the-depths-of-solitude]

[engulfes]

Growing up is actually all about realizing people don’t inherently dislike you and it’s a bit odd to assume they do

[existentialdruid]

This

[jelliebeanbitch]

there are more tweets in this thread

fucking SLAY

[darlington-v]

this isnt even the full thread, there are even MORE tweets to this thread that i think are really necessary to read if you do what op is talking about! it is not enough to know that feeling this way hurts the people you love, we already know that.

this rest of the thread continues after the third tweet from the reblog.

like THE FULL THREAD is genuinely so reassuring.

sometimes, it is not enough to just know, sometimes you might need that reassurance of "do you really think of me when i'm away?" and someone reassuring you that yeah, they do. and evaluate that! trust that! just like op did.

and then learning that ykw, it's NOT any of my business really. and finding comfort in that trust that like. whether they are or aren't thinking of me, they really do love me.

this full thread changed my life and i am ALWAYS going to give the full thread because the parts people cut out aren't enough for the people experiencing these things, speaking as someone who does. it, really it just makes us, made me, feel bad about my own capabilities when i saw the unfinished thread.

[hudsoncross]

[free-my-mindd]

James Baldwin knew love

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

[apoemaday]

Two English Poems: II

by Jorge Luis Borges

What can I hold you with? I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs. I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon. I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honoured in bronze: my father’s father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow; my mother’s grandfather –just twentyfour–heading a charge of three hundred men in Peru, now ghosts on vanished horses. I offer you whatever insight my books may hold, whatever manliness or humour my life. I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal. I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow–the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams, and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities. I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born. I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself. I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

[lustingupon]

[angelicdewdrop]

[04k96]

[vanwssa]

Eva Green as Vanessa Ives in Penny Dreadful (2014-2016).

[a-void-tbh]

"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophis-ticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain."

Ursula K. Le Guin - The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas

[timothymichaelhanley]

Leica iiif Kodak film

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