mortui vivos docent

noelle, 23, usa. cell biology major, aspiring nephrologist, certified nerd. archive of things I find inspiring and lovely.

[slugspoon]

even in dreams

[stuffedgrapeleaves]

postcards say IM HERE. IM HERE AND I LOVE YOU. IN THIS SPACE AND TIME AND WHEREVER AND WHENEVER YOU ARE. THERE IS A SPACE BETWEEN THOSE SPACES THAT CONNECTS US AND ITS FULL OF LOVE. I’LL MEET YOU THERE.

[stuffedgrapeleaves]

same energy

[soracities]

“I’ll write to you even if there’s no reason I am madly in love with your name.”

Mirza Ghalib 

[disc80s]

womanhood: an anthology

[phemiec]

Identity is a prison! Let yourself respond authentically to each moment as it arrives, without being bound to the narrative of who you think you are! The self is a construct! The truth of your existence is ever changing and infinite as the universe is ever changing and infinite! Abandon the stories of your past selves and be present and alive in this very moment! IDENTITY IS DEAD! THE SELF IS DEAD! YOU ARE ALIVE!

[skzhhssh-deactivated20190330]

its really comforting to know that all the times i was at my lowest and loneliest in the past the whole time i had my self in the future and present who had survived those things looking back with love and tenderness and wishing desperately to offer comfort…i am my own guardian angel and i can use that knowledge when im struggling now and remember that somewhere there is a version of me that has survived this and is watching me with love and pride and joy in her heart

[theorangepdf]

young adulthood is extremely lonely but also wildly freeing. i’ve gotten coffee at three different cafes today

[el3gy]

Frank Bidart

[lunchboxpoems]

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from “in spite of everything” (excerpt from Is 5), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “–before leaving my room i turn,and(stooping through the morning)kiss this pillow,dear where our heads lived and were”]

[aseaofquotes]

Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

[gul-aab-deactivated20170506]

ਕਾਗਾ ਕਰੰਗ ਢੰਢੋਲਿਆ ਸਗਲਾ ਖਾਇਆ ਮਾਸੁ ॥ ਏ ਦੁਇ ਨੈਨਾ ਮਤਿ ਛੁਹਉ ਪਿਰ ਦੇਖਨ ਕੀ ਆਸ ॥91॥ The crows have searched my skeleton and eaten all my flesh. But please do not touch these eyes; I hope to see my Beloved.

[memeuplift]

[ghostin]

mocking big noses should get you killed

[weltenwellen]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

[sjowgren-deactivated20240728]

some of my favorite tiny love stories

[sjowgren-deactivated20240728]

update:

(from nyt’s modern love column)

[arabellesicardi]

beauty/beauty by rebecca perry 

[geryone]

Headless John The Baptist Hitchhiking, C.T. Salazar