i tried for the first time an authentic masala chai and honestly, i’ve been wasting my time with matcha lattes
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i tried for the first time an authentic masala chai and honestly, i’ve been wasting my time with matcha lattes
i just want a messy library, not a museum of perfectly pilled books
A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde
"The Bite" (1914) — Edvard Munch
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—Virginia Woolf
to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you.
Natalie Babbitt, from Tuck Everlasting
Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Mrs. Maria Clemm, July 1849
Margaret Atwood, from a poem titled "Tricks With Mirrors," featured in You Are Happy
Your secret is safe with me (i dissociated mid sentence and didn’t hear a thing you said)
The Glass Essay, Anne Carson
[ Text ID: Spring opens like a blade ]
Rami Kadi Fall/Winter 23-24
wish i could go missing for a little bit and no one would freak out and then i could come back and they'd be like "did you have fun going missing" and i'd be like "yeah, thanks" and then i could do that every couple of months or so and it wouldn't be a big deal
are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me
this is not just "look out the window and sigh" longing. i'm talking you're at the grocery store and you're suddenly hit w a wave of grief bc you don't have it. you don't have whatever it is you ache so badly to have. you go about your everyday life and yet it throbs under your skin moment by moment, almost as though it has a life of its own. that's the kind of longing i mean.