[notesofacrocodile1994]

[dughole]

there should be an oscar just for saying something this beautiful and true in a movie

[bakwaaas]

there is a deep pathological sadness and loneliness you just can’t shake off that comes from having a traumatic childhood and broken family which I still haven’t come to terms with

[bakwaaas]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you're falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying," but there's an element of the ridiculous to it - you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you're on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn't paint it very well.

— Richard Siken

[carfuckerlynch]

every day o need to save money and then there is some kind of little fucking item

[hauntedwoman]

oh i'm never gonna be ten years old on the first day of summer vacation again huh

[louisegluckpdf]

in your 20s you must rediscover the joys of arts and crafts to stave off spiritual decay

[dogzcats]

[glowcowboy]

holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror

[lilacsociety]

[weltenwellen]

Erika L. Sánchez, from “La Cueva”, Lessons on Expulsion

[halfagony-halfhope]

stop glamorizing “the Grind” and start glamorizing whatever this is

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “The way I was taught to love”

[Text ID: “Half daughter, / half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.”]

[heavensghost]

from Autopsy by Donte Collins

[capitulouno]

i’m so strong and brave for being a woman in her twenties

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]