— octobersfilm on substack (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

#extradirty
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Game of Thrones Daily

ellievsbear

shark vs the universe
Mike Driver
Keni
Interview Vampire Daily
occasionally subtle
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TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr

Game Changer & Make Some Noise

@theartofmadeline
macklin celebrini has autism

Kiana Khansmith
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
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@hippyguppy
— octobersfilm on substack (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
“Even in your melancholy hue, you're my brightest blue.”
— via unsentproject
“No matter how good you are with words, it's inevitable that meaning is lost between your mind and someone else's. Trying to communicate is like throwing a cup of water at a thirsty person's face. It's better than nothing, sure, and a teaspoon of water might hit their lips, but oh, God, there's just so much water in the grass.”
— Jacqueline Novak, How to Weep in Public: Feeble Offerings on Depression from One Who Knows
— The Ladies' Home Journal, September 1948
Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score
casual mermaid aesthetic
starry academia
— Melissa Cox
Hanif Abdurraqib, The Crown Ain't Worth Much
An Interview with Richard Siken
vulnerability is so funny. like hi here’s my raw heart tissue do you maybe wanna poke it or hold it gently or idk step on it depending on your vibe
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us
i think there should be two nighttimes. one for sleeping and a second one for being awake but at night. and then only one daytime because daytime doesn’t matter as much except for the birds
Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies
Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies
Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies
Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998
Leila Chatti, from "I Went Out to Hear"
muted pink