[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours,” originally published c. 1998

[yeoldenews]

I must admit that “shit-ass” is not a word I ever thought I’d see in a 19th century letter… but here we are.

“This is kind of a shit-ass of a letter, but I just wanted to let you know I was alive.”

- Gilbert Patterson to Jack, June 16, 1896.

[neo-catharsis]

[dork-with-a-uke]

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“do you still perform autopsies on conversations you’ve had lives ago?”

— Autopsy: Thirteen Ways of Looking at Thirteen by Donte Collins

[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

[memeufacturing-deactivated20161]

[filmaticbby]

Le Petit Amour (1988) dir. Agnès Varda

[nervous-mermaid]

[shihlun]

[orwell]

Cilaos (2016) dir. Camilo Restrepo

[yellowpoet]

My aesthetic: when you take off your glasses on a highway and all the lights go soft and smudged, a trail of amber behind you like a quiet afterthought

[troyetroyetroye]

My aesthetic: keeping my own glasses on so I can see the road and not die

[houseofnadeen]

[jamabushi]

when the time comes to leave

[stitchblades]

jenny holzer, SURVIVAL (1983-85)

[prettyvixenavenue]

[heartlessqueen]

quick comic about a conversation my therapist said i should try having when im feeling bad (instead of isolating myself and using unhealthy coping mechanisms)

[fleurishes]

“I stared into your chest last night as if it were a telescope. I saw our future in the distance, an island I will not swim to. I have eaten my own legs. I have cut my own stitches. My love: you cannot fix what wants to be bro- ken.”

— Sierra DeMulder, from “The Living Room Needs a New Coat of Paint” (via contramonte)