[kosmogrl]

[stuckinapril]

i hope that in 2025 u get to take more walks, read more books, connect with more people whom u love and who love u, achieve ur goals (even if ur goals are having no goals and just living in the moment), exercise fun hobbies, move from a place of self-direction, and weave together a beguiling assortment of beautiful little moments. remember that no feeling lasts forever. love u

[stuckinapril]

and i actually hope u learn to forgive urself a little more and operate from self compassion rather than self flagellation. this is ur first time living - there is no rehearsal to any of this. u will live and u will learn. drink lots of water in the morning and dance to ur favorite music first thing. u are not uniquely horrible, but just learning how to live. u got this <3

[elizabethsinclair]

love elizabeth s.

[half-a-corpse-half-a-poet]

— Sally Owens

[girlinthepark]

Jamie Beck | Chateau du Marquis de Sade.

[radical-revolution]

[philosophybits]

“Cease conceiving of education as mere preparation for later life, and make it the full meaning of the present life.”

— John Dewey, “Self-Realization as the Moral Ideal”, The Early Works, vol 4

[veronicastpierre]

Essentials of Success:

Motivation, persistence, and determination Self-discipline Imagination and creativity Excellence Specific goals Specialized knowledge Adaptability Responsibility Cooperation Self-reliance Mental rehearsal Time management Concentrated, sustained attention

—Octavia Butler

[drunkwhenimadethis]

I am beginning to feel like everything is so much more beautiful when I am strict, ascetic, and even a little ruthless. I have already done the indulgent thing and it was only really ever good in pictures

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"

[resqectable]

“There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything.”

— Unknown

[terminallyinferiorpoet]

franz kafka quotes that make me go absolutely feral

““There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me, so often I can only think of you with teeth clenched.”

“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I can only explain it to myself.”

“I am forever chained to myself; that’s what I am and that’s what I must live with.”

“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.”

“I have spent my entire life resisting the desire to end it.”

“Dear Milena, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: ‘Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.’ Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don’t have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.”

“I mustn’t look at you too much or I won’t be able to take my eyes off you at all.”

“So we’ve drifted apart entirely, Milena, and the only thing we seem to share is the intense wish that you were here, and your face as close to me as possible. And of course we also share this death wish—this wish to die ‘comfortably’ but in reality, that is wish small children have anyway, like myself, for instance, during arithmetic. I would see the teacher leafing through his notebook, probably looking for my name, and would compare my inconceivable lack of knowledge to this spectacle of power, terror, and reality. Half dreaming with fear, I wished I could rise like a ghost and run down the aisle between the desks, fly by my teacher as light as my knowledge of mathematics, somehow pass through the door, then, once outside, I would pull myself together and be free in the wonderful air which, in all the world know to me, did not contain any greater tensions than those found in that classroom. That would have been ‘comfortable’ indeed. But that’s not the way it happened.”

“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my hand, and remain like that through eternity.” 

“I am dirty, Milena. Infinitely dirty. This is why I scream so much about purity. No one sings as purely as those who inhabit the deepest hell—what we take to be the song of angels is their song.”

“Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.”

“It’s so wonderful to have received your letter, to have to answer it with my sleepless brain. I can’t think of anything to write. I’m just walking around here between the lines, underneath the light of your eyes, in the breath of your mouth like in some beautiful happy day which stays beautiful and happy even if my hed is sick, tired.”

“I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.”

[feral-ballad]

Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “Jeopardy! (The Category Is Birthright)

[Text ID: “my love need to be like a religion,”]

[feral-ballad]

Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “mother”

[townofangels]

i have bpd(beautiful princess disorder)

@beautifuiprincessdisorder

[feral-ballad]

Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “Painted Tongue”

[Text ID: “my mother and I becoming each other, / her bruises and scars passed down, / family heirlooms that will take / me decades to stop wearing,”]

[angeljpg]

laces and silks collection by mirror palais.