Today's Document
Mike Driver
official daine visual archive
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
will byers stan first human second
hello vonnie
Andulka
ojovivo
Noah Kahan
taylor price
titsay
we're not kids anymore.
if i look back, i am lost
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Three Goblin Art
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
shark vs the universe
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@littleflowermakemeblush
“Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn’t the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain…Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That’s the hard thing.”
— Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever
“Will you not stay with me, inside me always? I have come up from such depths to find you. To say that I love you isn’t enough. It’s more, more. Probe around inside me, unearth everything that’s in me.”
— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
“I’m quite choked with tenderness for you, my love, it makes me a bit pathetic to love you so much”
— Simone de Beauvoir, Letters to Sartre
and when i hold your hand and look into your eyes life actually seems quite alright
“You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.”
— Unknown
someone who gets excited about you >>>
You could sit between me and the fire if you like. If you leaned against me I could keep your back warm. I could wrap my arms around your waist and lean my face against your hair. We could listen to the crackle of the fire and the whistling of the night. I could hold you by this little speck of light in this great wild desert. I could take care of you, in this small way in this fleeting moment. If you like.
“Whoever you are, and whatever helps, I hope today is a day you are finding the softest way through.”
— Andrea Gibson
Andrea Gibson, from The Madness Vase. [ID in alt text]
The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you
The whole point of life... is to change, to evolve, to grow. Don't resist it, embrace it.
Keep taking care of yourself, even when you're tired, especially when you're tired.
