dreams & plans unfold

we should have known why

[djfrickdaddy]

[pochacco]

i am stupid for free. no one pays me to be this stupid and i think that’s very brave

[curiousfeline]

SOMEONE PUT IT INTO WORDS

[unbotheredmuse]

[pwesident]

reblog if you’ve never used the braincell

[snotdad]

the what

[pwesident]

yeah

[wordsnquotes]

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via aryasnow)

[weltenwellen]

Richard Jackson, from “After All This”

[cesaray]

[femmefatale-rps]

[blossomfully]

[papa-evershed]

[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

“ur up early” bold of you to assume i’ve slept

[gnostick-deactivated20210607]

There is something bad here, growing. Day and night I watch it. Growing. My mother is where it begins. She and I are at war.

Sophokles, Elektra, tr. Anne Carson

[rumwik]

???

[heartssold]

This man never left his emo punk phase in high school. He’s always seen wearing his leather jacket with various patches and writing. Most of the writing is in Russian and political in nature. Underneath it is still a lot more black. I don’t think this man owns anything that isn’t black. He may be a grandpa, but he’s still got it.

[heartssold]

During work, Olga brightens up a room whether her patients wants her to or not. She refuses to wear the typical blue scrubs, and instead loves funky patterns. One of her favorite colors to wear is purple/magenta. If she had the money, we all know she’d be a Dansko nurse.

At home, she dresses for comfort. That means a lot of sweaters and cardigans. She tends to tuck in her shirts. She wears minimal jewelry (a necklace or two while always wearing her engagement ring), but can be seen putting her hair back with numerous clips and scrunchies. She never wears heels, and loves Mary Jane-esque flats. 

It’s always a struggle finding clothes that fit, but when she finds them, they stay in her wardrobe for years. We don’t talk about the fact that she still has clothes from high school that she still wears around the house. 

[heartssold]

GABRIEL:

“I mean, absolutely. She give you shit before?” the young man asked, wondering what the specific short redhead might have done to the woman in front of him. “If you want, I could find her. Get some real frustration out.”

As much as she would’ve loved that, it wouldn’t be the best thing to do. “By shit, you mean shit on my entire life?” At this, she sighed, her shoulders slumping. “She’s my mom - just, if you see her, that’s one thing. Going out to specifically find her? Good luck. Been trying that for years.”