Em (she,her)

Connoisseur of art in all forms .

[paper-wounds]

[Dimension 20's Neverafter - Brennan Lee Mulligan]

[silmarils]

the in-between

love lives in the in-between spaces,

between meandering phone calls

'just to catch up',

between two grey ticks turning blue,

a photo of the dog,

an update on the writing of a song,

a tidbit of silly gossip,

speaking just for the sake of it,

just to hear one another's voice,

for the undying love of it,

for love lives in those in-between spaces.

[disgustinggf]

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

I love having a beautiful interaction with a stranger and being like yeah I may be forever changed bc of this one simple and sweet moment

[achillesinhighheels]

[achillesinhighheels]

[rainekeiko]

[rainekeiko]

[rosyy-coosy]

rosyy-coosy

[babysugarlo]

[disgustinggf]

[gentlier]

Image I.D. — A tweet from @sadderlizards reads, “of course i can handle you at your worst that’s basically all the time” — End I.D.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“You're asking me what I want for breakfast and I'm telling you about how when the worst thing happened, I didn't even cry. You're handing me a receipt from the laundromat down the street and I'm passing you a bundle of letters that I wrote to God when I was fourteen and scared. You're passing me the milk after you drip it into your coffee and I'm half laughing about the psychiatrist's office and how there's actually a couch and it's made of blue tweed. You're trying to do the normal things and I am throwing up dull pieces of truth onto our kitchen table. I can't lie anymore. These are the things I've done and they're mostly sad. These are the places I've been and they're mostly awful. This life has woven itself into the notches of my spine and I hear it creak every time I stand.”

— Fortesa Latifi; Dull Pieces Of Truth

[a-hymnforher]

[a-hymnforher]

I want to stop but I don't know how.

[a-hymnforher]

Sometimes, anger overpowers grief. Sometimes, I want to set the whole world on fire.

[a-hymnforher]

Why fight a war you'll never win?

[butwhyareyoureyessosad]

They say ignorance is bliss,

and perhaps it is

for a young woman in love:

soft, trusting, giving,

untouched by selfishness.

She holds her heart out

with a bravery she doesn’t even know,

eyes wide, hanging on his every word.

There is no flaw in him;

she cannot see it.

Until the first crack appears.

She flinches, but patches it.

Another crack

she calls it quirk,

and kisses his cheek.

But the cracks keep spreading;

the vessel holds no water,

not even her tears.

And still she clings,

until she too is broken.

All vessels have cracks.

All vessels have cracks.

Ignorance is bliss.

But she can no longer ignore.

She longs for a perfect vessel

But stands barefoot among shards.