That mess of details

[typewriter-worries]

the inherent pain of wanting to start again but also the inherent joy of getting to start again

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[soberscientistlife]

Climate change is real and happening faster than scientists thought.

[thetrashknightofbreath]

inverse of the Australian experience of "using the particulate respirator you got for the bushfires during the pandemic"

[sofia-zelaya]

i made this but i don’t feel like posting it on my art blog idk

[brittneymelvin]

“May all your unrequited love stories end in nonchalance.” by Brittney Melvin

[himynameis-cam-deactivated20180]

[haleyincarnate]

“Here, I’ll drip holy water into your wine. I’ll dig into the soft clay of your body, talons scraping hymns into your fertile soil. I’ll rap my knuckles against the front door of your rib-cage three times and hope you answer my calling. I’ll kiss the soles of your feet, the tender middle of your belly, the hollows of your collarbone; I’ll drink nectar out of them, too. I’ll turn my body lighthouse so you’ll always find your way back home to my arms. I’ll swallow your name down like hot fire and allow you to burn yourself from my core, out. I’ll let my hands tremble for hours as they remember the feeling of each unique ring covering your fingertips. I’ll suck the juice from clementines and devour the rind if you asked me to. I’ll burn down every bridge of yours built on burdens and build monuments to honor your bravery in their place. I’ll brand your name into my brain; make it my daily mantra. I’ll keep you on repeat in my head; no broken record, only an echo: you, you, you, it has always been you.”

— ich sehne mich immer nach dir // Haley Hendrick

[haleyincarnate]

Quote by Cheryl Strayed

[k-rnn-deactivated20181009]

“you said. if it is meant to be. fate will bring us back together. for a second i wonder if you are really that naive. if you really believe fate works like that. as if it lives in the sky staring down at us. as if it has five fingers and spends its time placing us like pieces of chess. as if it is not the choices we make. who taught you that. tell me. who convinced you. you’ve been given a heart and a mind that isn’t yours to use. that your actions do not define what will become of you. i want to scream and shout it’s us you fool. we’re the only ones that can bring us back together. but instead i sit quietly. smiling softly through quivering lips thinking. isn’t it such a tragic thing. when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn’t.”

rupi kaur (via ohkirino)

[lyricscity]

Fall Out Boy - Young Volcanoes

[approvers]

[haleyincarnate]

From “Shapechangers in Winter” by Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House

[raychillster]

note to self: you are an intelligent woman. forgive yourself for all the times you were stupid and naive. you are a woman of heart. forgive yourself for the times you were soft when you should have been hard.

[quotespile]

The next suitable person you’re in light conversation with, you stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation and look at the person closely and say, “What’s wrong?” You say it in a concerned way. He’ll say, “What do you mean?” You say, “Something’s wrong. I can tell. What is it?” And he’ll look stunned and say, “How did you know?” He doesn’t realize something’s always wrong, with everybody. Often more than one thing. He doesn’t know everybody’s always going around all the time with something wrong and believing they’re exerting great willpower and control to keep other people, for whom they think nothing’s ever wrong, from seeing it.

David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via quotespile)

[lyricslove]

liability // lorde

[astrangerlately]

[amsuggestion]

biggest lesson learnt this year is probably to not give so much of yourself to people who will not do the same for you