Wallflower

Madeleine."My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there" - Rumi

[ayshx-deactivated20251028]

So many people inspire me to be nothing like them.

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[bpdirt]

how tempting it is to stop existing when you’re already barely here

[miugato-deactivated20250901]

humiliation ritual but it’s just me being me

[promqueendyke]

mihaly zichy ‘romantic encounter’ + these violent delights, micah nemerever 

[aberrant-other]

Glenn Brown- Layered Portraits (after Lucian Freud) 1-9, 2008

[amermaidheart]

Artist Niki de Saint Phalle’s dining room and kitchen

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

what a beautiful feeling it is to finally get over someone and realize that it was your adoration of them that made them so special. without that, they’re quite basic. just proof that the magic lives in you, not them.

[uchihaculture]

[razpberrypie]

[leonardospoetry]

From my book The Secret Name of Things. Available on Amazon.

[ashstfu]

propaganda i am not falling for:

always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.

beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines

pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact

beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art

sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity

treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins

[metamorphesque]

it is sad to me how our hands are growing idle, losing the tangible intimacy of beloved objects...something about the way touch deepens connection; the soft rustling of pages, the familiar click of a VHS slotting in, the crisp snap of opening the dvd case — the small, tactile rituals that once made love and memory tangible are slowly fading into intangible echoes. there was a kind of reverence in the way we handled tapes and DVDs, how mindful we were of fingerprints, scratches, and dust. to lend a favorite VHS or cassette was an act of trust —Here. This is a piece of me. Take care of it.

now, everything is becoming instant, weightless, intangible, impersonal, and the saddest part is that by losing the delicate act of handling what we love, we also lose the proof that we ever held it at all.

[metamorphesque]

Salome, Vardges Sureniants National Gallery of Armenia

[maladaptive-eren]

Finding a fresh new daydreaming plot is honestly the best feeling.

[swagg-club]

stop asking me “wyd” i am literally at home losing my mind

[fravery]

Tea with Roses Kaoru Yamada.