your heart is beating, isn’t it?

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[immuno-deactivated20240319]

it’s because you’re always in that damn hole that resembles the grave but isn’t

[swallowedgirl]

Anna Haifisch

[deirdreskye]

Babe are you okay I saw you reblogging "here's the life I've always longed for"

[lovestereo]

Visit Original Link

[imp-deactivated20171219-deactiv]

when people say my name im like.   cant believe i exist

[wovi]

[tallahasseemp3]

"Can the absence of words tell a story? Like a pattern in lace, the holes as important as the threads?"

Eden Robins, Remember You Will Die

[bakwaaas]

one day I woke up and realised all the waiting and yearning was actually me living my life and it’s happening right now and it’s still good even if it’s not perfect and there is no moment when all your dreams get fulfilled and everything makes sense. like… this is it. this is life. you’ll waste away your youth waiting for some imagined future if you don’t love life for what it is now and make the most of it

[heavensghost]

the memory hurts but does me no harm

[miamaimania]

“Frozen Waves” - Ice forms smooth, undulating patterns.

[dirbyagnesvarda]

When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities, Chen Chen

[mademoiselle-margaux]

Guadalajara - Jalisco

Mexico, 2010

[ontologicalevil]

cavafy

[approachingperfection1984]

[marzipankartoffeln]

‘The Orange Show’, a sort of folk art garden/installation/shrine made by Jeff McKissack (1902-1980) in honour of his favourite fruit. 

[buddhabrot]

“rainbow’s end" 

[soracities]

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

[primulaceas]

John Steinbeck, East of Eden