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weltenwellen

V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

weltenwellen

Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

glowcowboy

i want to be a sweet and friendly girl but there’s all this anxiety. and the horrors

iremluna

and rage

glowcowboy

yeah and also the rage

shisasan

February 15, 1930, The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

lmaonade

awake as shit just looking at images trying to understand anything

softgrlfriend

that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao

insertchaoticenbyname

The earlier in the year you reblog this the better it gets

qazastra

he lets me hit bc i say shit like ‘alas’

chthonic-isabelleadjani-deactiv

The idea of english as a mother tongue is so strange to me, in my head english is how ppl communicate when there's no way in common to communicate, so english as a mother tongue sounds a bit like idk email as a mother tongue ykwim? Like english to me feels like the stuff that's used to fill the empty spaces between languages

carnivorine

Ok English is my native language and unfortunatly the only one I know yet, but this reminds me so much of that passage in Flights by Olga Tokarczuk

fallinyourtidalwaves

the real magic is to reveal the ordinary as the ethereal

slavicafire

in this new year I want you to be alright. I hope you move out. I hope you have enough money to feel safe. I hope you abandon shame and forgive yourself. I hope you get enough sleep and some good news. I hope you laugh a lot and the heaviness of the world eases a bit. I wish you to be alright.

kunosoura

“If it sucks hit da bricks” isn’t just a useful litany it’s also a skill you have to train. You gotta start with small stuff like leaving boring parties and refusing minor obligations to get the guts for the big stuff like quitting garbage jobs, cutting off a shitty relationship and getting out of a bad situation. Know what your time is worth