she jacques on my derrida till I deconstruct

[derangedrhythms]

Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care. What you wish to sing of as tragic love is an attachment not carefully chosen.

David Foster Wallace, from ‘Infinite Jest’ 

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[un-gif-dans-ta-gueule]

The Kelpie by Herbert James Draper

[lanadelreyretroaesthetics]

Lana performing at Coachella. 🌴

[indomie-fried-noodle]

[crykilldies]

shes so real for this

[feral-ballad]

Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Other Wound”

[Text ID: “Every daughter / has a cage around her head / and a mother on the cross. / I always hope to take it off, and rarely do. / Instead, I climb up, like a child into the bed. / I nail myself beside you.”]

[cryingselfie-deactivated2024012]

[bellafleurz]

[mournfulroses]

George Seferis, translated by Rex Warner, from Poems translated from the Greek; "Last Stop,"

[petaltexturedskies]

Vita Sackville-West, from Complete Works of Vita Sackville-West

[cryingprincess13]

[oldfarmhouse]

𝐁𝐢𝐨 ~ 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬 {𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 1858~1932}

[somethoughtseeds]

[weary4u]

I love music by straight women that is moving and genius and profound but you can tell the guy shes talking about is literally not ensouled and shes fucking completely imagining 95% of what shes talking about. I love your beautiful mind angel

[inkskinned]

when you're younger you make fun of it because it seems boring but one of the best parts of getting older and maturing is recognizing how simply lovely all that cliche shit is. sunsets really are so endlessly satisfying. the hint of lilacs in the breeze really is soft and delicate and sweet. sometimes it feels good just to successfully clean the sink, to find an affordable appliance in the color you've been wanting, to try a new recipe, to finally get through that one television series like how you've been meaning.

it seemed stupid because they tell you - it'll feel quick - but it does feel quick. when i was younger it was like time was molasses. i couldn't get out of there fast enough. all the eras of my life stretched out into taffy. but then you are 29 on a walk with a friend and you both just stop to smell the lily of the valley at your feet. you are both standing there, quiet, enjoying the simple moment of peace.

they say it gets better a lot, which used to have no meaning to me. better for me was undefined and daunting. but here is one way it got better without me trying - a few days ago i was walking my dog and stopped to stand in a sunbeam, turning my cheeks up at the shaft of golden fairylights, the dustmotes in the wood all shivering their little dancing bodies. a stranger stopped and kind of cocked her head and said basking? and i laughed nervously, already moving to get out of her way. instead, she said can i bask with you? and we stood there, full adults, a soundless hum in our chest. when the clouds came back over the sun, we made that awkward small talk - yeah i didn't expect it to be this chilly! and haha spring allergies are comin'.

and you pour yourself a cup of tea and are delighted when you measure the sugar ratio perfectly and you manage to parallel park correctly on the first time (probably because nobody was looking) and yoga really did help your lower back mobility and brown paper packages really do tug on your heartstrings and you love sweaters and furry blankets and watching your little potted plants grow one new and shining leaf and you want to find your younger self and say. yes, i am nostalgic for summers that bent like wheat and were buzzing with low energy and sleep. but darling. adulthood gets better because the time condenses into a prayerbook of your own psalms, these tender beautiful memories. it gets better because things become prettier, gentler, kinder to you - somehow. without you even noticing. you just get to the top of the hill and you realize - oh, this is the thing i've been missing.

[missinyouiskillingme]

[missinyouiskillingme]

Remember, some things have to end for better things to begin.