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Love Begins
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almost home
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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if i look back, i am lost

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pet portraits from may! also comms are open again!
last night like 4am I still couldn’t sleep so I wrote a song while tired as death. will probably take this down tomorrow when better judgement sets in.
If you projected more I would put this on my music library
please refer to mitski.bandcamp.com for songs where i am projecting more
im in love
oh! my face showed up on my dash
I’m losing it🤯🤯 The original A Burning Hill demo right here on tumblr. I feel like I’m looking at a delicate ancient scroll with sacred information or an original painting by a renaissance artist that must be preserved for all that time.
New York City ballet production of Midsummer Nights Dream
The fact this isn't a painting is a testament to one of the greatest feats of set design and production I've ever seen.
My god just look at this! The lighting, set design, photography... I've just never seen anything like it.
It’s all for you; everything I do.
Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana ( @liriostigre ) Strawberry Blond, Mitski (art by @fridayiminlovemp3 ) | A Little Life, Hanya Yanagihara ( @hjarta ) | Untitled, @8bitfiction | The House of Love, Adonis ( @angesirene )
Why do you study history
Ada Limón, from “The Hurting Kind,” in The Hurting Kind
[text ID: Before my grandfather died, I asked him what sort / of horse he had growing up. He said, / Just a horse. My horse, with such a tenderness it / rubbed the bones in the ribs all wrong. / I have always been too sensitive, a weeper / from a long line of weepers. / I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.]
beautiful rings 💍🦋
Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
Anyway ive been thinking about this all day theres something truly beautiful about the way love echoes
The first thing my mother said after we met a distant cousin was that some of her mannerisms were just so similar to my sister that she loved that kid on sight and I realised that in the brief two hours that we talked that i had unconsciously fallen into the same kind of teasing with her that i did with my sister for the same reason and i loved my best friend because he would randomly burst into singing just like my sister does at home and the thing is i will unconsciously always be attuned to the way my sister echoes in other people and i will love them on sight and be quietly grateful for it
the other day someone told me i reminded them of their older sibling because i teased her for the way she avoided spicy food with the fondest smile and i realised i could be a place where people could find their own echoes too
when ashe vernon said “What poetry has taught me is that if a tree falls in a forest and there’s no one around to cry for it the other trees will learn how to. In the wake of another splintering they will say, I see you. I too am growing sideways.”
to want and be wanted
georges bataille / emily palermo / olivia laing / @chaandajaan / georges bataille / cj hauser / @kvetchkween / @nicholasbraungf / vi khi nao / silas denver melvin
Your impact on other people is bigger than you think. Someone still giggles when they think of that funny thing you said. Someone still smiles when they think of the compliment you gave them. Someone silently admires you. The advice you give has made a difference for people. The support and love you've offered others has made someone's day. Your input and opinions have made someone think twice. You're not insignificant and forgotten. Your existence makes a positive difference, whether you see it or not.
I'm in love with involuntary validation of a relationship. My best friend saying "our spot", my brother saying "our cookie recipe" or my mum saying "our song". Like YES I LOVE YOU TOO. I'm so soft for it.
this is so embarrassing. i want to love & be loved & drink really nice tea & eat really nice pasta & not feel like the loneliness is a part of me anymore. i want a herb garden
being a woman is like. i want to be monstrous. i want to be desired.
1) Book of Delights: Essays by Ross Gay (2019) // 3) Paul Eluard, “Gabriel Péri”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen) // 4) This Post <3 // 5) “Small Kindness”, a poem by Danusha Laméris // 7) “Every day as a wild field, every page” a poem by Naomi Shihab Nye // 8) “Somewhere there is ...” a poem by Anna Akhmatova
for old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. let’s do it for the love that used to be here!! it is reason enough!!