[idabjoerk]

[heistcinema]

Olivia Cooke as Lea in NAKED SINGULARITY (2021) dir. Chase Palmer

[dourface]

shutting in. 

heather havrilesky // “last one up”, paul oxborough // from a letter to theo van gogh, vincent van gogh // on the beach at night alone (2017), dir. sang-soo hong // shauna niequist

[oumaimas]

Strange Gods, Roxane Gay

[alienscumbag]

[funnytwittertweets]

[perrfectly]

[weltenwellen]

Ada Limón, from “The Great Blue Heron Of Dunbar Road”, Bright Dead Things

[luthienne]

Mary Ruefle, from Trances of the Blast; “Woodtangle”

[tkkatherineblog]

[luved-bug]

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Corpse Song, Margaret Atwood

[ID: I exist in two places, / here and where you are.]

[lezbianz]

*sitting alone on my bed* *thinks “hm. i can’t keep living like this.”* *keeps living like this*

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“I am afraid to touch / anyone who might stay / long enough to make leaving / an echo”

— A Fortune for Your Disaster, “FOR THE DOGS WHO BARKED AT ME ON THE SIDEWALKS IN CONNECTICUT” by Hanif Abdurraqib

[nevver]

Design Crush

[larmoyante]

“When someone tells you, “I love you,” and then you feel, “Oh, I must be worthy after all,” that’s an illusion. That’s not true. Or someone says, “I hate you,” and you think, “Oh, God, I knew it; I’m not very worthy,” that’s not true either. Neither one of these thoughts hold any intrinsic reality. They are an overlay. When someone says, “I love you,” he is telling you about himself, not you. When someone says, “I hate you,” she is telling you about herself, not you. World views are self views—literally.”

— Adyashanti 

[dappledwithshadow]