[strawberrygardenkisses]

🌿🍓🌿🍓🌿🍓🌿🍓🌿🍓🌿🍓🌿🍓🌿🍓

May your August be filled with love and growth.

🌿🍓🌿🍓🌿🍓🌿🍓🌿🍓🌿🍓🌿🍓🌿🍓

[yukariyakum0]

[zetkaaa-blog-blog]

[neckkiss]

Stranger Things

[xavrdolan]

[tamburina-deactivated20220820]

Uncle Yanco (Agnès Varda, 1967)

[lightmydark]

Anchor love

When I think about love I think about anchor I think about it being something that can ground me, bring me back. Something that is sure and there. I think of it as something I can come back to after a long tiring day. As something that will hold me and lull me to sleep. I think of it as something I can touch something that can touch me— a simple touch, devoid of any calculations or cunning or cruelty or lust. Just a simple human touch that can bring me back to my body. That can remind me I am real. Often, though, when I think about love I am just thinking about you, simply sitting there with me, holding my hand which is enough to keep me from floating away.

— C

[oix]

[carla-enjoys]

[worldofjz]

[6exts]

<3

[its-halsey]

[diaryofacreativehoarder]

[aliensfromhell]

Mine (x)

[nothingforkings]

[lifetril0gy]

[weirdlandtv]

THE YOUNG READERS PRESS FIRST DICTIONARY (1967) by John Trevaskis and Robin Hyman. Illustrations by by John Seares Riley.

[writingsforwinter]

to the girl across the hall planning to kill herself

Inspired by Kim Addonizio

At dusk there are still animals who haven’t yet 

dipped themselves in salt, who haven’t yet drank in the moon

like milk glass; there are girls who haven’t yet loved

with all their might. You could be the hurricane

that takes someone else alive, the ending

of your history of silence. You could be the last good thing

in this small burning year.

You have your mother’s eyes.

What I mean to say is, you have the bloodline

of someone who thought you should make it.

And you will.

How strange, the split second between to-mourn and to-morrow - 

trust me, I know you’ve hoarded your knives baptized in tequila,

thrown yourself at everything that begged to kill you,

forgotten what you looked like naked,

remembered how someone else did.

Trust me, the world feels impossibly large sometimes.

There is no saving grace in that.

But a murder of crows is only called a murder

because the most powerful thing they can end

is themselves.

Yes, the world feels impossibly large sometimes,

but just for a little while, just for tonight,

let it hold you.

[xeptum]

lovely tea and art.