[petaltexturedskies]

Sappho, from If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho; tr. by Anne Carson

[liefst]

Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me? A quote from Little Weirds by Jenny Slate engraved in a wooden spoon, 2022. instagram

[stefphe]

[cherrybombpussy-deactivated2025]

men in love are like “i love you” and women in love are like “i wouldn’t mind taking all of your pain in my hands and letting it overflow into the cracks of my skin just to be able to have a part of you with me”

[hortensius-deactivated20240909]

the novelty of having pets really does never wear off i’ve had my cat for ten years and i still look at him strolling around like can you believe this. a cat. is everyone seeing this. he’s alive he has bones and all. unbelievable

[dragongirlsweetie]

it's kind of insane how disasterous of an effect it can have on your psyche and development as an adult if people thought you were annoying when you were 8

[the-chosen-half-of-one]

Achievement unlocked: discovered piece of media at exact right time in your life to experience maximum peak emotional impact and infatuation

[meltygetswifi]

not to be a dirty commie or anything but i don't think any one person should have enough money to solve world hunger and then get to decide not to

[gentlekiss]

source

[heartpdf]

[ceruleanheaven]

i get so miserable off that scenario i made up in my head

[angelicdewdrop]

[moodcafe]

archive moodboard: order for @arsongf | ♫ now playing: flash forward by le sserafim

[honeydewdrops333]

what doesn’t kill you makes your nervous system more sensitive for the rest of your life

[1girl2jesters]

My frens wedding veil… “In this life and the after”

[anthropoetics]

if you are interested in helping a fellow writer that tries her best to survive a fulltime job + being a uni student, support me on ko-fi!

a zine of the dreadful lost and birdsongs — a digitally hand-crafted zine that explores a poetic memorial of existence, weaving together themes of nature and our interwoven feelings.

thalassombra — a strange island that explores memory, curiosity, and the vastness of our own unknowing.

the lantern-maker's liturgy — deep beneath the earth, a father finds a frequency that shouldn't exist. on the surface, his son bears the scars of a rescue that was actually a betrayal. between them lies a jar of pulverized starlight that is turning the town’s residents into living lanterns.

atlas of death — a study of the visceral trade, born from a persistent fixation on the heavy mechanics of the abyss and the secret, airless tombs within the branches.

[corneliaavenue]

i love being a fangirl. i was always meant to care too deeply about the media i consume