I, too, overflow

Nele / 22 / she/they

[kristina100000]

gently pressing your head against your lover’s back while they cut vegetables, your lover sitting on the kitchen counter while you talk about your day at work and wait for the water to boil, giving them little pecks while they stir the vegetables, eating the food together, washing the dishes together… you know what i mean

[filmnoirsbian]

Reblogging things on here like im 15 and tenderly cutting pictures out of magazines and taping them to my bedroom walls alongside movie ticket stubs and notes passed in class and photos and paint sample cards from lowe's

[dearly]

“Now that we know we’re attracted to each other, what do we do?”

The Watermelon Woman (1996) Cheryl Dunye

[bluebandana]

girl help i’m romanticizing situations

[ojibwa]

the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.

[girldionysus]

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida // Vicente Romero Redondo // David Hettinger // Yuri Klapouh

[cultnervous-deactivated20230607]

how to stop walking on my knees a hundred miles through the desert repenting and let the soft animal of my body love what it loves

[imsoofuckingsad-deactivated2018]

30 day free trial of being ok

[netherworldpost]

Because I will never be able to eat lava… (I pause to look pleadingly at a volcanologist, they sternly, subtly shake their head no. It is clear this is an old, ongoing argument.) …. my prevailing theory is it has a texture of very thick honey.

[fairycosmos]

um fucked up how one moment you’re twelve and the next you’re in literal and metaphorical debt to the whole world

[heavenx-deactivated20220816]

Ada Limón- Bright Dead Things // Richard Siken- Dirty Valentine // Charles Baudelaire- Flowers of Evil // Gabriela Mistral's letters to Doris Dana // Mary Oliver- Red Bird // Alejandra Pizarnik- Selected Poems

[schwierigephase]

“And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep.”

— Mind of a mad man. (via jaysonlife)

[neshamama]

ana mendieta, body tracks (rastros corporales), 1982, blood and tempera on paper

[silentmemos]

[ashstfu]

idk but when i discover new books and music i’m just excited to be alive again. yes a bit dramatic but that’s how i feel when i discover them

[inkskinned]

I have been thinking of the ways we tell people things. My father's hands shake, but he holds the phone up so I can watch the video from six feet away. My mother emails me the recipe of her beef stroganoff at 6 in the morning with the comment - woke up and didn't want to forget to do this! On the highway, we sing so loudly my voice grows hoarse; on the beach I sneak nice rocks into people's hands so they have something to hold; on the floor we all sit quietly in the same agreeable silence. We are all saying the same thing.

My friends say "Oh you know, keeping busy." This means they are having a hard time but making themselves survive it. I ask them to help me walk me dog; this is me telling them it's okay sometimes to just be present and talk about young adult fiction. When I cancel again because I can't get out of bed, she tells me she's on her way with cookies.

I point out the sunset. She shares her fork before I ask for it. He calls me at 1 AM just because I'm on the road alone, we talk about stupid shit. She waits for me to get indoors safely before driving away. He says - nah, forget it, I'm happy to do it for free.

People are saying it, you know? They say it often and loudly. Sometimes, you know - you just have to be listening.

[fairycosmos]

in all seriousness it's very alienating knowing theres Something Wrong With You. like seeing your mental illness come through in your behaviour and thought processes and knowing it's irrational and unhealthy, knowing other people are reading you as weird or stupid, and not being able to do anything about it is such a lonely experience