shit .

aye, i'm a lazy rice crispy loving piece of shit.

[resqectable]

“Love didn’t hurt you. Someone who doesn’t know how to love you hurt you. Don’t confuse the two.”

— Unknown

[hiddenblog609]

[toastoat]

This is a baby asking this to other babies

[disc80s]

biting is a love language. no i will not elaborate.

[propertiesofjoy]

the idiot, fyodor dostoevsky

[drizzlingtears]

Before Dawn - Xiao Hua Yang

[seashel1]

via yumi sakugawa

[lostgirll666]

🥀.

[trace-amount]

“The only person that deserves a special place in your life is someone that never made you feel like you were an option in theirs.”

— Shannon L. Alder

[howifeltabouthim]

“‘I’ll be here,’ I said. I shuddered, perhaps from a draft. 'I know,’ he said. And he left.”

— Susanna Moore, from In the Cut

[pastelunicornrainbowlove]

“I think if I’ve learned anything about friendship, it’s to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don’t walk away, don’t be distracted, don’t be too busy or tired, don’t take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff.”

— Jon Katz

[everything-makes-me-anxious]

I'm so sick of being taken for granted. It makes me feel so much more useless and needless

I dont do things for others so that they'll clap me on the back and acknowledge me, but after so many years of no appreciation for the thought I give to others in lieu of my useless self, I'm beginning to hate people even more

[courtttaaney]

people will use you, remember that

[metamorphesque]

— Mary Oliver, Upstream

[typodescript]

[text ID: In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be. end ID]

[wiremothers-deactivated20230129]

in memory of 2020

marya hornbacher, “madness” / richard jackson, “riptide” / anis mojgani, “here i am” / heather havrilesky, “i can’t do casual” /  miklos radnoti, “foaming sky” / toni morrison, “beloved” / cheryl strayed, “tiny beautiful things” / michael wasson, “your shadow invents you every time light fails to pass through you” / alexander blok, “night. street. lamp…” / madeline miller, “circe” / 

[luthienne]

“But endurance had always been my virtue and I kept on.”

— Madeline Miller, Circe

[exhaled-spirals]

« Our inner world grows through the discovery of analogs in the world outside. Words convey little when like infants, we use them merely as pointers. To communicate feelings and ideas — in short, to express ourselves — we use linguistic analogs, metaphors.

The child calls the typewriter a “woodpecker,” and we are delighted, delighted not only with the aptness of the image but with the key that he has given us to the emerging pattern within himself. We sense the establishment of pathways along which he is making the world his own; there is an echo in ourselves of the patterns he has grasped in nature.

Every modern language, we are told, is a dictionary of faded metaphors. We say “manage,” now thinking of a group of men who direct some enterprise, now of executive skill, now of muscular control, now of any means of achieving any end. When the word came into the English language it meant the training of a horse; its derivation is from Latin words for “hand” and “act.” We use the word today abstractly, divorced from the concrete image that originally gave it the power to mean something; [but] poets feel their metaphors very literally. We respond to poets because, through metaphor, they make words concrete once more, linking our inner being with the great world outside. »

— Gyorgy Kepes, The New Landscape in Art and Science

[amourduloup-deactivated20210512]

“You pile up associations the way you pile up bricks. Memory itself is a form of architecture.”

— Louise Bourgeois (via bluebeardsbride)