hand me a towel, i'm dirty dancing

virgo/writer/under love's heavy burden do i sink // inactive indefinitely

[seabeck]

Port Townsend, WA

Print Shop

[roseydoux]

Colette (2018)

[lofeel]

[hn-yjournal]

Flowers on Burgh Island, May 2016

[lyricvl]

[dudepositivity]

[ID a large sign that reads, in all caps, “I’m not interested in competing with anyone. I hope we all make it” in white letters over a black background. End id]

[autumnal-ever]

Fall in rainy Seattle

[rattlesnakessss]

[flaneuresse]

[madamlaydebug]

[vargtimmar]

[lovesburden]

not going to be active on this blog anymore but i’ll probably keep it up for a while. follow me on astro twitter if you want to keep up w me ! twitter.com/@yrlocalvirgo

[glorious-queens-deactivated2025]

[someonehasalreadyclaimedthis-de]

[monstrue]

The closing lines of The Great Gatsby handwritten by F. Scott Fitzgerald under a portrait of him drawn by Robert Kastor.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

[coiour-my-world]

Sparkling in the rain – the illuminated tunnel in Mie, Japan, with thousands of sakura-shaped bulbs | by godive2000

[tristamateer]

HERE’S TO THE ROMANTIC LIFE OF THE POET, the TUMS you carry in your bag, the string of failed romantic relationships worn like trendy enamel pins on a collar or a jacket, here’s to the kiss and tell, here’s to the bills paid three days late but still paid, the gray hair that might come from stress but also might not, here’s to the second jobs and the third jobs, here’s to sleeping in your car on tour, here’s to the hustle, here’s to the imposter syndrome after book one, the worries you won’t stack up to your peers, the worries you won’t stack up to yourself, here’s to the amount of times your mother asks when you’re going to get a real job, here’s to you doing a real job every day, here’s to the emails and the marketing and the performing and the writing, here’s to estimated taxes, here’s to being your own therapist and still needing a therapist, here’s to the stories you keep to yourself, here’s to the rent check paid by book sales, here’s to the sweat on your palms

Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

[books-n-quotes]

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via books-n-quotes)

[theijeoma-deactivated20180827]

I am too full of life to be half loved.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via theijeoma)