do everything that you love

phoebe. runner. explorer. lover.

[colorgrl]

[mariamedem]

Illustrations for New York Times about regret and how to stop it. Thanks to art director Agnes Lee! 

[doncherrycola]

Céline Sciamma on Portrait of a Lady on Fire / Before Sunset (dir. Richard Linklater) / Brianna Wiest, How the People We Once Loved Become Strangers Again / Mitski, Old Friend / Jacob Aaron Schroeder, Alice Wu Director’s note for The Half of It / Alison Zai / Trista Mateer

[andreablog2-deactivated20220425]

Moons are such a fun thing for planets to have

[starjasmines]

being a girl is about eating cement basically. off the road and etc

[primulaceas]

Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

[aqqindex]

Joseph Paul D'Urso, Interior, 1980

[film-120]

Untitled by Máire Ó on Flickr.

[inkskinned]

i am sentimental today, forgive me, but i think it’s good so many people hate valentine’s day.

in general, i try to enjoy most things unironically. so what about the roses and the pink and the hearts and the candy. i’m sure there are many happy engagements and parties and dinners. 

but it could have been a day about love; you know? it could have been in the middle of winter, a little beautiful bright day. one last day of the holidays, to clean out the winter malaise, to call in spring, to love each other again. we could have spent this day going irresponsibly skinny-dipping, cleaning out our closets, undoing where we went wrong. a day about love as a concept - love as the thaw, as the turn from the cold, as admitting we are getting a-little-stir-crazy. love like a dancing dog, like firewood, like soon-spring-will-come.

and it isn’t. it is a day that has been made by commercialism, and it is a day that survives on the same backbone of the carcass it was made from. valentine’s day is a handmade holiday with no history to breathe life into it; a strange and red box; an amalgam of romantic tokens. it is full of impersonal consumerism; a holiday without the joy or tradition. it is just a checkbox. it feels like a checkbox.

and over and over, i hear - “i hate valentine’s day.” and you should. it’s heteronormative, it’s alienating, it completely misunderstands love. even happily married people will bemoan it - they do it to, like do something, i guess, but they don’t celebrate. many of us find alternatives - we celebrate our friends, we throw anti-valentine’s parties, we celebrate by ourselves.

and this is wonderful.

love cannot be manufactured. love cannot be written into a calendar. it cannot be transcribed into a series of actions, into a placement of gifts, into a hallmark card. love cannot be bought, nor can it be sold, nor can it be reproduced by capitalism. love will know its own name in each of us. love will follow us, dog-tired, until the end of the road, and love will still be behind us in our shadow. love will hold our hand in the shower and love will curl around our broken bones. 

how wonderful, is all. they said - here is when you will show your love for each other, this is the day and the hour and here is how you will move and how you will go.

and we said, one by one - what do you know about love? i have loved this whole winter. i have loved my friends and i have loved the moon and i have loved apple turnovers and i have loved songs and i have loved myself enough to know when i am too far gone. what do you know about love? i have loved the sun and i have loved puddles and i have loved the yawn of a cat. 

we said - i know what love is, when it is mine, and free, and of my whole being. i know what love is, and it will only ever just belong to me, and come from me, and come back to me if i am lucky.

[luthienne]

Nikki Giovanni, from “Mirrors”

[Text ID: … but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved]

[beetlegarden]

we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!!  we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!

[astronomical-bagel]

This is so violently hopeful and uplifting everyone needs to see it

[bea-sides]

being a woman is like. i want to be monstrous. i want to be desired.

[ivorygods]

think of me when you see the moon.

[buddhabrot]

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[autumntides]

You don’t want to be rich. You want to live freely.

[willingtobe]

when Charles Bukowski said "and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"