minds are colliding

'stay close to everything that makes you glad you're alive'

[weltenwellen]

Taking Care  Callista Buchen

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Mutable Earth”, Poems 1962-2012

[jinxproof]

Liv Tyler | © Pierre Bailly

[ssnerd]

Winter leans against my door again,

quiet, patient, wearing thin.

It enters without question why -

no greeting, just a colder sky.

I don’t ask it why it came.

It doesn’t ask me how I’ve been.

We already know the places tired hearts go

when daylight thins and shadows grow.

The air turns pale, a muted blue,

the kind that settles deep and true

behind the ribs, a breathing stone -

a silence meant to be alone.

Still, I walk out into the cold,

breath rising like a truth retold -

a leaving that will not depart,

a fragile warmth around the heart.

The world is empty in a clean way,

as if swept clear for just today.

A loneliness with polished edges,

snow in corners, frost on ledges.

Sadness fits here, light and bare -

not crushing, just already there.

Like stepping in the room where pain

has kept your name inside the frame.

And yet -

a quiet ember stays.

A soft persistence in the haze.

Streetlight gold on untouched white,

a pulse that lives in winter’s night.

Something in me does not fold,

even standing in the cold.

Winter is here again.

I let it in.

Not because I want it.

But because it knows

where I live.

[kevingetem]

easy to talk to but not easy to get close to.

[latinamamiix]

THIS.

[1boba]

*watches a studio ghibli film* maybe… life is okay

[werenotreallystrangers]

2.0

[lamignonette]

[bruno-has-definitely-deactivate]

[janasojka]

Blue pages.

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

your email has found me on the fucking brink

[perennial-princess]

The Gardener’s House at the Palace of Versailles, France

[demonprincex]

social contract is all fucked now, nobody wears ear buds on the train anymore and almost nobody will assassinate a politician for the greater good

[weltenwellen]

Wale Ayinla, from “Portrait of a Boy with Grief”

[weltenwellen]

Sally Wen Mao, from “Opera Sextronique”, Oculus

[apocryphics]

constantly humbled by the suffering and the beauty

[notgreatbob]

''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

[teathattast]