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“Part of having a body means whatever can be felt can be forgotten. Forgetting is like sleep, like water. Heavy wet brain. Clear swollen dreams. It is some kind of relief, I guess, that whatever I am will be gone one day.”

— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun

thelordofshrimp

Jesse. Jesse meth isn't the only thing we're cooking. Because today's video was sponsored by Hello Fresh.

podencos

I made one too

snout

my apparently very exclusive breaking bad fan theory

rhapsodic-evanescence

You deserve someone who will tell you every day that you are the best thing that has ever happened to them.

-you do.

heathens-and-kings

I wanna be a villain so I can just saunter everywhere. the heroes are always sprinting, always running. you ever seen darth vader run? hell no. and I ain’t about to either.

heathens-and-kings

this has gained over 18,000 notes in the last 24 hours and I feel the need to tell y’all that I’ve never seen a star wars movie all the way through. when I wrote this I was 100% relying on the hope that he didn’t run in the films or some nerd was gonna drag my ass

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This addition had enhanced this post 800%

ifelltomyknees

“You and me, the bed at the center of it all– the way you never felt like a stranger, instead like someone I had forgotten, like a part of myself I had dropped in some distant city, delivered back to my door. Our story, a pipe-dream in three parts– my bedroom the place where everything came together and the place where everything fell apart. There are still echoes of us in the bed-frame, and the closet, and the drywall. I keep your dignity on the bookshelf; I figure you’ll come looking for it, eventually. It always comes back to here. The only sanctuary I have ever known still smells like you, sometimes. Just when I think I’ve gotten you out of the pillowcases, I find your cologne on the walls. I remember when you came apart in pieces on the carpet, and I will never be able to wash the heartbreak out of the floors. Someday, I will leave our story behind, in this city. This apartment will be barren and then it will be full of other people. None of them will know our names; they will track over our history like rerecording over old video tapes. I won’t miss you. Or I will miss you, but I’ll have bought a new mattress: one that doesn’t know how you twitch in your sleep. I will have a new bedroom, and the floor boards won’t know how to moan your name like I do. And we’ll fall asleep in different beds, in different cities. And if I wake up from dreams that still taste like you, I can take comfort in the fact that even though you have kissed me, you have never kissed me here.”

— ALL MY LOVE POEMS SOUND LIKE BREAK-UP POEMS by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

#poetry #favorite

himborc

fosters home for unused dnd characters

twitterlols

if i fits i sits

6i

my mother always told me, “if you don’t have it, go get it. but never beg for it.”

terriamon

alright first of all fuck you

amandagenine-deactivated2019062

“One of the most satisfying experiences I know is just fully to appreciate an individual in the same way I appreciate a sunset. When I look at a sunset … I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a little on the right hand corner, and put a bit more purple in the cloud color” … I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch it with awe as it unfolds. It is this receptive, open attitude which is necessary to truly perceive something as it is.”

— Carl Rogers (via purplebuddhaquotes)

#quote #favorite