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if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Andulka
Jules of Nature

pixel skylines
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

oozey mess
Cosmic Funnies
NASA

izzy's playlists!
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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YOU ARE THE REASON
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
almost home

roma★
sheepfilms
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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in "Diaries" written c. November 1940
May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude [ID in alt text]
why does loving you hurt so good if I love you this much today I can’t imagine how I’ll feel tomorrow it’s hard to picture the future you in my arms every morning and loving you all the more it sounds like heaven, angel it’s something I’ve never known what am I to do if you feel like the rain and I am gleefully drowning in you
— moon-shower | torrential downpour; my favorite
“But the most beautiful things in life are just not things. They’re people and places, memories and pictures. They’re feeling and moments and smiles and laughter.”
— Unknown
Louise Glück, from "Persephone the Wanderer", Averno
{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}
Did you forget? Love is patient!
Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!
[ Text ID: the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting? ]
I’ve never been perfect, but I’ve always tried my hardest to be. and that counts for something, right?
— right?
Aeschylus, tr. by Mary Lefkowitz and Romm James, from Plays; “Helen,”
“We dance,” said the moon, and they knew she meant the ocean. “I push and she pulls. I rise and set, she rises and ebbs. She pushes, I pull. We go around and around and I watch her tides and I do not think I will ever tire of calling her beautiful. Is that love?”
— ink-splotch | original post
what if everything is intentional. what if dancing with your friends matters as much as picking up groceries. what if you put color in your hair and a stranger feels seen. what if someone makes soup for you. what if tears are sacred. what if it’s all love.
there’s nothing more romantic than someone choosing to learn you. flipping the pages in your soul delicately and digesting your chapters with an open mind no matter how difficult or uncomfortable some of your moments read, treating each bookmark with no judgment, but pure love.
2- Mikko Harvey / 3- @beetlejuices / 4- Ocean Vuong / 5- Sarah Kay and Philip Kaye / 6- Franz von Stuck / 7- Cortes Edouard Leon
vulnerability is clumsy but it’s the only thing worth anything