Werealive

Aesthetic passion // dreamer // cloud rider My mood isn’t stable so I blog

[lemonzmac]

[llovelymoonn]

on july

allie ray holler \ charlotte brontë jane eyre \ charlotte eriksson \ eileen miles hot night \ barbara kingsolver barbara kingsolver \ franz kafka diaries of franz kafka, 1914-1923: “july 16, 1912″ \ gurpiar sidhu \ czesław miłosz new and collected poems: 1931-2001: “a magic mountain” (tr. czesław miłosz) (via @soracities​) \ rick bass the wild marsh: four seasons at home in montana

buy my chai latte because i spent way too much money on them this week x

[schuylerpeck]

“Consider this: we fuck with the lights on. You trace the flat shape of my breasts when I lay down. We keep the windows open because the rain smells like the closest we’ve ever been to Heaven. We watch the ferns drip like they’re heavy with honey. I cut red peppers in the kitchen. You put on every song we’ve ever fallen in love to. I’m beginning to lose the difference between our skin. I’m cold when you’re shivering. I ache when you’re lonely. I can feel the warmth in your pink, fluttering heart, and I hold it in my hands.”

— Schuyler Peck, On A Long Weekend

[strangeuglywomen]

Im allergic to hookup culture and too weird to participate anyway. Die in my arms.

[schuylerpeck]

could we be bored? lay out on opposite ends of the couch, our legs bare in the sticky July heat, the whir of a box fan blowing kisses from the corner. could we be happy in our doing nothing; find bliss, wonder, in our repose? pick up a song between us and stretch it like a clothesline from the kitchen to the living room. could we be at peace in the quiet, watching the rain come in, finding a dusty puzzle at the back of the bookshelf? could it be enough, to be bodies at ease, knowing there will be days the clouds will gather, but having this, a steady beat, this breath of contentment to come back to?

[haltastic]

[recaption]

Zerkalo (1975)

[clashpistols]

maurice (1987) dir. james ivory

“i suppose such a thing can’t really happen outside sleep.”

[tendermimi]

— Ocean Vuong, Because It’s Summer

[mayonezli]

[cyberspace-saga]

“A journal as an experiment in consciousness. An attempt to record not just the external world, and not just the vagrant, fugitive, ephemeral “thoughts” that brush against us like gnats, but the refractory and inviolable authenticity of daily life: daily-ness, day-ness, day-lightness, the day’s eye of experience.”

— The Journals of Joyce Carol Oates, 1973-1982

[allsadnshit]

I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache

life just goes on no matter what

[tunisian]

oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing you’ve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah. im so grateful for the little enjoyments

[sotick]

[nedenkedimyok]

[mollygirl]

[paradoxdesign]

To lie here, just to lie here Listening to the wind Tell tales from the other side Caressed by the grass And loved by the sunlight In a dying sky