رحمة

infj

[nevver]

Look through any window, Paloma Salgado Díaz

[germanmilfs]

mwaaaah ! In these trying times.

[d-archive1948-deactivated202303]

“‏وإذا جاءكَ الفَرحُ مرةً أخرى، فلا تذكرخِيانتهُ السّابِقة.. أدخل الفَرحَ وانفَجِر!”

—

“And if happiness visits you again, do not remember its previous betrayal.. Enter into the happiness, and burst!“ 

 -Mahmoud Darwish

[cmacaulays]

- Louise Glück, from Winter Recipes from the Collective

[awkward-sultana]

@the2headedcalf / On Love, Alain de Botton /  @tilthat / Céline Sciamma / Twitter: Nightshiftmp3 / Twitter: Thepartypope / Portrait of a Lady on Fire / The Clean House, Sarah Ruhl / The History of the Band-Aid

[nickgerber]

Olive Park and The River

[metamorphesque]

Annie Ernaux, I Remain in Darkness

[azraqed]

every time mitski says [my god i’m so lonely] [you’re growing tired of me you love me so hard and i still can’t sleep] [i’ve been big and small and big and small and big and small again and still nobody wants me] [i don’t want your pity i just want somebody near me] [so please hurry leave me i can’t breathe please don’t say you love me] [and i hope you leave right before the sun comes up so i can watch it alone] [and i know no one will save me]

[metamorphesque]

― Anaïs Nin, Incest: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1932-1934

[fashiontimeless]

Cindy Crawford and Eve Salvail, 1994

[thatsoftwitch-deactivated202203]

[perfectquote]

“There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice

[genderoutlaws]

leatherdykes on their way to pride | 1988 | photo by DLV

[metamorphesque]

Every time I wrote your name, I lied. Every time I wrote your name, it was the truth.

1.Clarice Lispector | 2.Nickie Zimov | 3.Warsan Shire | 4.Pablo Neruda | 5.Madeline Miller | 6.Nickie Zimov | 7.Madeline Miller | 8.Vincent van Gogh | 9.James Joyce | 10.Nick Lantz | 11.Ocean Vuong | 12.Nickie Zimov | 13.Richard Brautigan | 14.Keaton St. James 

[colubrina]

[firstfullmoon]

“Being Boring” by Wendy Cope ‘May you live in interesting times.’ Chinese curse

If you ask me ‘What’s new?’, I have nothing to say Except that the garden is growing. I had a slight cold but it’s better today. I’m content with the way things are going. Yes, he is the same as he usually is, Still eating and sleeping and snoring. I get on with my work. He gets on with his. I know this is all very boring.

There was drama enough in my turbulent past: Tears and passion – I’ve used up a tankful. No news is good news, and long may it last. If nothing much happens, I’m thankful. A happier cabbage you never did see, My vegetable spirits are soaring. If you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me. I want to go on being boring.

I don’t go to parties. Well, what are they for, If you don’t need to find a new lover? You drink and you listen and drink a bit more And you take the next day to recover. Someone to stay home with was all my desire And, now that I’ve found a safe mooring, I’ve just one ambition in life: I aspire To go on and on being boring.

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“to study the self is to practice forgetting others”

— Jax NTP, from “Of Tendencies, Open the Creases of Grief,” Apogee (no. 7)

[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath