[ashstfu]

x / raymond carver

[firstfullmoon]

when susan sontag wrote “I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it”

[firstfullmoon]

btw I have neither changed nor lived my life and am still waiting for it. hope this helps

[luthienne]

hey what if i kept trying anyway because it’s my life and only i get to decide what to do with it

[195195119511951-deactivated2021]

“Leisure, Hannah, Does Not Agree With You,” Hannah Gamble

[boymiffy]

summer is for loneliness and eating fruit and warm rain at night

[allthoselayersofsilence]

Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk to Someone

[lesbianherstorian]

a headline from hot wire: the journal of women’s music and culture vol. 7 no. 1, january 1991

[hotgirlmuseboard]

[thegroovyarchives]

Mid-Century Snoopy & Woodstock Valentines (x)(x) (x)(x) (x)(x)

[4yvle1]

[luthienne]

“It’s spring, you’re young, you’re lovely, you have a right to be happy. Come back into the world.”

— Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

[sweatermuppet]

from abell 2218 by eric gamalinda, published in amigo warfare: poems

[Text ID: I use my body to find love. I eat all the wrong foods. I believe what I see with my own two eyes. Fear eats me. I have to look for a job. I can sprint faster than sound. I burn forever, I have no end. /End ID]

[gaycommunist]

i choose myself. over and over and over

[teddypdf]

my butch mother, annie, and their friends (70s - 80s)

[nicholasmillergf]

they should invent another version of this very old story where no one has to leave first

[lipslikethegardensofbabylon]

Johnny Cash (1981) // 500 Days of Summer, Marc Webb (2009) // Holy Ground, Taylor Swift (2012) // Automat, Edward Hopper (1927) // An Old Man in a Café, Unknown (2012) // Steps, Frank O’Hara (1964) // Coffee, beabadoobee (2019) // Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Michael Gondry (2004) // The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot (1963) // Watercolor, Anthony (2019) // Breakfast After the Bath, Edgar Degas (1882) // Notebooks, Tennessee Williams (1943)

[tea-and-secrets]

I moved to Luxemborg in a manic episode, told no one and just photoshop myself into photos of nyc (my old location) behind me in photos I steal off peoples Instagram. My friends and family (even my old nyc buddies) just think I'm busy and can't come visit or hang. It's been 9 months.

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