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[looks for you in everything] [finds you there]

"nothing matters" WRONG!! everything matters to me because I only have this life and despite it all it's my most prized possession

philcollinsenjoyer

about 90% of fanfiction takes place in a utopia where men are thoughtful and unsure of their place in the world

konoko

wakandamama

WE MUST REMAIN STRONG LADIES🗣😩

andrew-garfielld

BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER (2022) dir. Ryan Coogler | Official Teaser

I’ve been here but not really hear for a quick minute and i’m suddenly getting the urge to disregard my responsibilities and rewrite Untitled...

#i was in such a good mindset when i wrote that series and i wanna get back to that #i was soo young though #rereading my own shit is cringe #might fuck around and get that done #time flies man

flowerytale

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

halogen2

I THINK LOVE IS SOMETHING / THAT HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE

notquiteaghost

like winning the lottery / or finding God in your sock drawer. I think love is something that happens to other people—nebulous, distant, an invention of the movies; I think love is like death / as in, it happens to everyone but you until it happens / to you, and then where else could you be but in love? Where else could you be but in the belly of the beast, / that oozing cavern where people go in fairy tales? I think love is a creation. I think maybe you shape it with your hands, I think maybe you find it stuck in your molars, I think maybe it comes to you when you’re in the shower, your face tilted towards the water while your mind melts somewhere else, I think maybe we’ve all been naming it wrong. You know that love? That falling-to-your-knees love? That where’d-the-water-go love? That hold-me-close-I’ll-never-leave-I-know-your-favorite- coffee-creamer love? That what-we-talk-about-when-we- talk-about-love love? You ever felt that? I mean, really felt any of that? / Yeah, tell me again how you feel it. Yeah, tell me again / how it fills the chest, fills the head, fills the lungs. Tell me again what it means to find God in your sock drawers. Tell me again.