trouble

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[metamorphesque]

'things there are no words for, but should be', tatheve simonyan

[insufferablefish]

When the universe was divided up and all things were categorizad. Atoms made to fit into bone and cartilage and birds and sea and earth, we were tethered. Arms and legs tangled in the celestial muck and mire. We must have kicked and screamed through the division. It must have been terribly violent.

So much so that when I saw you across the hall, I felt the pain. Deep within my dust.. My cosmic signal calling to yours. Remembering what it felt to be whole. The pull, the gravity of our cells recognizing a piece of them in a different arrangement, echoing across millennia….called back to each other to be fused once more, a jaw to a jaw, fingers twisted into embrace.

Earth.

[koolthing0]

[emotionalwords]

[depsidase]

[scorpionlafemme]

[dafancyuhinspiration]

[miseducatedmelanicmuse]

[gawayne]

should I get a masters or jump into a river and swim away forever. vote now

[anxietyproblem]

[jupiterovprsten]

Rijeka, Hrvatska

[catchymemes]

[tweaking-again-i-fear]

I CANNOT wash another plate i swear

[balkanultraviolence]

Me with the girls

[kafk-a]

"Sometimes while I ride the subway I try to look at each person and imagine what they look like to someone who is totally in love with them. I think everyone has had someone look at them that way, whether it was a lover, or a parent, or a friend, whether they know it or not. It's a wonderful thing, to look at someone to whom I would never be attracted and think about what looking at them feels like to someone who is devouring every part of their image, who has invisible strings that are connected to this person tied to every part of their body. I think this fun pastime is a way of cultivating compassion. It feels good to think about people that way, and to use that part of my mind that I think is traditionally reserved for a tiny portion of people I'll meet in my life to appreciate the general public. I wish I thought about people like this more often. I think it's the opposite of what our culture teaches us to do. We prefer to pick people apart to find their flaws. Cultivating these feelings of love or appreciation for random people, and even for people I don't like, makes me a more forgiving and appreciative person toward myself and people I love. Also, it's just a really excellent pastime."

— Dean Spade, from his essay For Lovers and Fighters

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

[kofeinskakeleraba]

[sarcasticbooklovr]

girl interrupted syndrome