beard guys, sad eyes, mouth full of french fries

(rollseyes)(dies).

[nocontextbobs]

[daingertmadelyn-deactivated2025]

[sjdsjkdlskdas-deactivated202012]

i’m sick of dating apps i want to meet people the old fashioned way like by going to dinner with my family for my dad and godmother’s wedding with my sister and her shitty husband and our several interpersonal issues cause tense and deeply subtextual conversation and i cheekily tell my false audience that no one has asked me a question a 40 minutes but the catholic priest officiating their ceremony interrupts my internal monologue asks me what i do for a living giving me his full, undivided, sincere attention

[lifeinpoetry]

What we have is small and strange. But true. I once thought: to be in love: is to lose face and accept it. Isn’t every poem for someone? Why not you?

— Chad Bennett, from “Trick,” Your New Feeling Is the Artifact of a Bygone Era

[upschittcreek]

[intrepidgirlreader]

Who knows? Who knows how to do anything, but it’s not nothing that I know all my feelings and I have trust in their changeable nature and I am an expert at making treats out of tribulations.

Little Weirds, Jenny Slate (via intrepidgirlreader)

[fitzgeraldquotes]

I loved you once—for a year I thought you were the only person in the world. Why do I have to lose that? Why do I have to deny it or belittle it? It was there—it was me.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Infidelity (via fitzgeraldquotes)

[watchoutforintellect]

Anne Sexton - From Small Wire

[brittany]

Fleabag  |  2x05

[adrasteiax]

I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love.

Richard Siken, from Self-Portrait Against Red Wallpaper (via adrasteiax)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

when audre lorde said “you need to reach down and touch the thing that’s boiling inside of you and make it somehow useful.”

[nm-6]

got caught giving a fuck. embarrassing.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

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Fiona Apple | Jolene (Acoustic Cover)

Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

[lifeinpoetry]

So what

if I’d like to tell you how I walked last night, glad, truly glad, for the first time in a year, to be breathing, in the cold dark, to see them. The stars, I mean. Oh hell, before

something stops me—I nearly wept on the sidewalk at the sight of them all.

— Leila Chatti, from “The Rules,” published in Poem-a-Day

[soracities]

Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)

[fatimamononoke]

I don’t hold grudges but I could be chilling just painting my nails and I’ll remember something you did and how it made me feel and how you knew it would make me feel how I felt and suddenly you’re cancelled again

[weltenwellen]

I miss your passion for things— your refusal to take life quietly.

Mary Dorcey, from “I Cannot Love You as You Want to be Loved”  (via moonoftheuniverse)