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she/her. ~take my hand; take my whole life, too~

[daddyjackfrost]

why can’t my life be as fun and lively as the male trio films in bollywood that drive in a roofless car and find the meaning of life in a small village or european country

[ingydars]

Rules that I learned on good days:

1. TikTok is never a good idea for more than 5min

2. clinging to aesthetics and visions of the past/ future is not enough. the present wants to be lived

3. the key to everything is not being afraid

4. my loved ones and the mountains will save me again as they have a 1000 times before

5. music is fun!

6. get out of the city as often as possible

[luthienne]

c.k. williams, from "heracles" / anne carson, from h of h playbook

[bag-of-glitter]

losing a best friend is just like

'i hate you' 'i cant live without you' 'you know me the best' 'you hurt me the most' 'i miss you' 'i dont want to see you again' 'i want to hold your hand' 'i cant look you in the eye' 'i want to tell you how i feel' 'youre the reason i feel this way' 'i wish i could fix this' 'its better this way'

[jackoquako]

Gay dinosaurs gay dinosaurs gay dinosaurs gay dinosaurs gay dinosaurs gay dinosaurs gay dinosaurs gay dinosaurs gay dinosaurs g-

[the-not-so-iconic]

There is a CRIMINAL lack of Ian Malcolm fics on this site, I KNOW there’s plenty of other 90s kids with daddy issues that SIMP for that man like COME ON 😭

[portraitoftheoddity]

Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–

and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???

[geryone]

The Child Formerly Known As , Cameron Awkward-Rich

[soracities]

Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones — : These Hands If Not Gods

[Text ID: “Quantum entanglement: My lover’s hand has acted upon mine therefore the particles in our hands are entangled.

Our hands are entangled even when we are apart. I touch myself with my hand and imagine the hand of my distant lover.

I act the hand of my entangled lover.

And if her hands are–even a great distance away–at some beautiful work, am I too at that work?”]

[goreprofonde]

- Tory Adkisson, Anecdote of the Pig.

[cithaerons]

Leila Chatti, I Dreamed I Forgot 

[kafk-a]

Arundhati Roy, The End of Imagination

[luthienne]

H.D., from Helen in Egypt

(transcription below cut)

Is this a dream or was a lover waiting there? I only know that I climbed 

up a ladder or wooden stair, I only know that I slipped on the floating weed 

near the edge — was it Simois’ river? was it the sea? it was a harbour, a bay or estuary;

I only know that I lay on the salt grass and my hands tore at the bitter stems

that cut me like adders’ tongues; it was dark, I had not the power to leap from the platform or wharf;

O, it was dark so I lost my lover; I slid on a broken rung

and my hand instinctively caught at the skeleton-frame of the ladder and I had not the strength to drown.

[thoughtkick]

“You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.”

— Iyanla Vanzant

[deadpoetsinyourarea]

❝ I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad ❞.

──𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺.

[thoughtkick]

“You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.”

— Iyanla Vanzant

[ritikajyala]

All my teenage years, I had bottled up anger and grief and promised myself I'd never cry but when I sat down with her hands in my hand and looked her in the eye, all the anger turned into tears. I sobbed for hours and she sat there, rubbing my back. That's when I saw. Growing up is also tearing down walls, it's also letting go of the anger.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned