sunt lacrimae rerum

Viki. 19. Austria (she/her) “‘Curiosity,’ she said. I didn’t know the word. ‘Is curiosity a torch, or a key?’ Yoona said it was both.”

[stefanysite]

a walk on mother’s day. 

[allmymetaphors]

no offense but I’ve decided I’m gonna stop being sad and start being unbelievably powerful, creative, and full of love & light

[sjavftusifuj]

GOD PLEASE WATCH THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT

[ofsparrows]

Look. I know a slightly chewed up flower isn’t quite on par with those brandy barrels alpine rescue dogs purportedly have, but someone might need an emergency flower or something. It could happen.

[exploregif-blog]

[suhaylah]

2013, Another notebook of compositions and unsorted ideas.

[neegaweg-deactivated20160910]

[weloveshortvideos]

[sourisms]

adorable

[amoying]

This such pure ™ content

[ashbeez-deactivated20180910]

my heart is full

[saintjoan]

around the world in 80 cities: san francisco, usa

[quoted-books]

Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.

David Mitchell, Slade House (via quoted-books)

[sadfunk]

[untexting]

here’s some pug for ya

[froginsurance]

I’m not like most girls *long pause as I sip chocolate milk through my very complex straw* I’m worse

[stateofimmergency-deactivated20]

Rose arbor, Kew Gardens, London

[pigmenting]

The bees are in the attic trying to get out. We counted 37 before we lost track. One stung your elbow

before it spun to the floor. I watched another spit and flicker at the window, over and over. I wonder

if you spend enough time underground, do you recognize the sky when you reemerge? Does it feel

like cracking open? Does the sky make room for your return? The bees hum in unison above my head, wanting

what we all want: to become unhindered, vast, endless.

- Kelsey Danielle, “Bee Season”

[arcticmunkeez]

me: sends important text that took a lot of guts to send me: immediately turns off wifi, data, the phone itself, my laptop, hides both in a safe, hybernates self for 1.000 years,

[casualaffaire]

I dont know why i thought i should’ve been a skateboarding ghost but

[beholdingslut]

What poetry books would you recommend

Sylvia Plath, “Ariel” and “The Colossus and Other Poems”

Margaret Atwood, “Morning in the Burned House” and “Interlunar”

Richard Siken, “Crush” and “War of the Foxes”

Linda Gregerson, “Prodigal: New and Selected Poems”

Anne Carson, “If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho” and “Nox”

W. B. Yeats, “The Collected Poems”

E.E. Cummings, “100 Selected Poems”

T. S. Eliot, “The Waste Land and Other Poems”

Louise Glück, “Averno”

Carol Ann Duffy, “Mean Time”

Adrienne Rich, “The Dream of a Common Language”

“Some Desperate Glory: The First World War the Poets Knew”

Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forevers”

Jeanann Verlee, “Said the Manic to the Muse” and “Racing Hummingbirds”

Elisabeth Hewer, “Wishing for Birds”

Scherezade Siobahn, “Father, Husband”