Found & Freed

I am.

[weltenwellen]

Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

[margig]

“feeling your absence” (2010) by mathilde roussel-giraudy

[heavensghost]

when I found out my friends have no siblings I always ask isn’t that kind of lonely??? And they are always like idk not really and yeah u can’t miss what you’ve never known I guess but some nights me and my little sister will stay up late even though we both have class tomorrow and we will listen to fast car by Tracy chapman on repeat no talking just us quietly listening and I think that even if I never knew my sister I would still miss her somehow

[freelance-philosopher]

“I am convinced that God is love, this thought has for me a primitive lyrical validity. When it is present to me, I am unspeakably blissful, when it is absent, I long for it more vehemently than does the lover for his object; but I do not believe, this courage I lack. For me the love of God is, both in a direct and in an inverse sense, incommensurable with the whole of reality.”

— Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling

[soracities]

i love that we say “xyz character / writer / film etc, invented Love when” but in reality i think maybe everyone everywhere (re)invents love every day and every hour over and over and over again and sometimes it’s as simple as a glass of water, as simple as brushing lint off a shoulder, as simple as “this made me think of you”

[mattdreamsneon]

Harajuku, Tokyo

[i-wrotethisforme]

Yes, I know today’s your birthday. and I’m going to know it’s your birthday every year for the rest of my life because some things I can’t erase. But that doesn’t mean you still have a place in my heart, because you don’t. And you don’t have a place in my mind either, unless I notice the date and it’s your birthday, or I’m drunk in a bar and that song is playing, or your sister shows up on my newsfeed. So what I’m saying is at this point you’re just muscle memory and that muscle just happens to be my heart.

[thereaderpsy17-deactivated20200]

"The strength of a person's spirit would then be measured by how much 'truth' he could tolerate, or more precisely, to what extent he needs to have it diluted, disguised, sweetened, muted, falsified."

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

[Bookstore in London ruined by and air-raid 1940]

[thunder]

via weheartit

[tackled]

[fireable-deactivated20180203]

[smilezone8-blog]

[horrifying]

[adrenaline]

[love]

The Dreamers (2003)

[little-miss-undefined]

Stay / Leave by carE. on Flickr.

[foreverwithoutyou]

“In another world, she might have spent her whole life reading.”

— Michael Cunningham, The Hours (via proselesbian)