Lerato

an extension of my commonplace book.

[k-luna]

my blog’s theme is me. a compilation of every single thing i love. every interest. every musing. and everything in between.

[nohoperadio]

destroy the idea that you will remember that thing later without writing it down

[11990904]

why isn’t anyone allowed to be wrong anymore? it’s okay to be wrong. being wrong, and realizing you were wrong, is how you learn and grow.

[offline-alien]

doing uncomfortable things so that i can grow and make myself proud

[stuckinapril]

i was put on this earth to be an offputting woman who unsettles everyone around her and runs weird little experiments

[scorpionlafemme]

[theimpossiblecool]

"The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light."

James Baldwin.

[lorat-o]

Oreo cinnamon rolls

[lorat-o]

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

agonizing over all the time you wasted or lost is useless. it’s gone now. you survived in the only way you knew how. doesn’t your survival deserve some recognition too?

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

like toni morrison said, “sometimes you don't survive whole, you just survive in part. but the grandeur of life is that attempt. it’s not about that solution. it is about being as fearless as one can, and behaving as beautifully as one can, under completely impossible circumstances.”

[lorat-o]

[petaltexturedskies]

We weren't meant to live this fast. That's why our bodies push back with anxiety, exhaustion, illness. We were made for slowness, connection, care, nature, laughter, and deep presence. That's where we belong. That's where we can return.

[deloveusion]

real intimacy isn’t built in bedrooms but in conversations where your raw thoughts, fears, and truths are met with love, patience, and a desire to understand

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

tell me how you feel about me in a 500 word essay please and thank u

[noxfatalis-deactivated20250907]

strawberry moon 2025

[lorat-o]

[bakwaaas]

the inherent romance of literally everything when you’re a sentimental bitch