[moodcafe]

name moodboard: order for "isabelle" | want one?

[furryprovocateur]

stop writing fanfiction we need political assassins now more than ever

[wonderstruck]

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

[uberfluss]

first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

[ecologie-txt]

6.8.24 | writing is better with help

[vadergf]

This is a sickening side profile my god

[engulfes]

Dreaming of childhood and summer and lemonade and grass with daisies in it and running through sprinklers and devouring books in an afternoon and trying to swing high enough to fly

[oathome]

archive mb for @rosycrovvn <3

[reemillustrated]

snoopy read a little life... thoughts and prayers

[prodboycat]

CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. luca guadagnino

[notklra]

Serena Williams for U.S. Open 2004

[kosmogrl]

[weltenwellen]

I had this feeling suddenly. I get this feeling a lot, but I don’t know if there’s one word for it. It’s not nervous or sad or even lonely. It’s all of that, and then a bit more. The feeling is I don’t belong here. I don’t know how I got here, and I don’t know how long I can stay before everyone else realizes that I am an impostor. I am a fraud. I’ve gotten this feeling nearly everywhere I have ever been in my life. There’s nothing you can do about it except drink some water and hope that it subsides. Or you can leave.

I’m lonely. What kind of loneliness? Every kind. I feel disconnected. Abandoned. As always. Repetition. So what, my love? So what? At first, I just wanted to run away. Now I have no where else to run to, nothing to run from. I don’t belong anywhere, I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want to be happy.

(1) Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 (2) Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life (3) Daniela Fischerová, Fingers Pointing Somewhere Else (4) Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak, from “The Railroad Station”, Map: Collected and Last Poems (5) Daul Kim (6) Sarah Kay, from “The Paradox”, No Matter the Wreckage

[violettesiren]

Not yet summer, but unseasonable heat pries open the cherry tree.

It stands there stupefied, in its sham, pink frills, dense with early blooming.

Then, as afternoon cools into more furtive winds, I look up to see a blizzard of petals rushing the sky.

It is only April. I can’t stop my own life from hurrying by. The moon, already pacing.

In Your Absence by Judith Harris

[albertnatural]

[lesbianboyfriend]

[id: tweet from Conner O’Malley reading “sitting infront of my computer waiting for my dreams to come true” /end id]

[moodcafe]

name moodboard: order for "jillian" | want one?

[ivywhite]

Spring arrived and made me remember I once had a tumblr blog so I came back to reblog some sweet things and fly away again probably