mazzie

i ❤️ NYC

[moonsigil44]

if you've been sailing through these murky waters,

i made a lantern for you

the storms are torrential,

the ocean not friendly

if you've given up hope for a harbor

i'll hold that lantern for you

[kosmogrl]

[metamorphesque]

— Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[metamorphesque]

[ text ID: I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now. I suppose life always ends badly for almost everybody. We must have long fingers and catch at whatever we can while it is passing near us. ]

[probuccalfat]

it’s fucking wild because one day you’re like i guess i’m not dying tragically young and you go to the store and you buy dental floss, ingredients for soup, and a bath mat

[probuccalfat]

it’s this sentiment in practice, in day to day.

[moonsigil44]

to this day i feel like im going to die young just not to suicide

[moonsigil44]

the fact that hannah gave tony the bicycle and even broke down in front of him days before committing still breaks me to this day. they could've been good friends 😭

[moonsigil44]

does anyone else think how much this line says about miles' character? especially with how he sees and treats alaska? (p. 89, looking for alaska by john green)

[angelicflwr]

[artemisiasea]

I really do believe there are an infinite number of miracles, life-saving exchanges, intimate embraces and fleeting glances of beauty and connection just patiently waiting for us to be receptive and vulnerable enough to meet them

[hungry-souls]

-fatima aamer bilal, from days where my whole world is my bed.

[moonsigil44]

i'm at the doorway

waiting for you to let me in

lightly tapping my knuckles on the wall

as everyone from sight starts to blur

i hear someone laughing from earshot

and i knock on the door twice

maybe it was all in my head

but there was no doormat for me

to scrape of the dirt from my shoes

and no place to hang my umbrella

good hosts tell me to make myself at home

so i do it alone.

[moonsigil44]

you are obsessed with that drop

a slope, a curve

does it come naturally?

does it trip you in your usual stroll?

or do you find it like an easter hunt?

you wait for that drop

from prolonged repeated notes

as the violinist barely glides his bow over the strings

you wait for him to go faster

and that's something you live for

you sit on the edge of the seat

leaning forward with your palm on your chin

a drop you await, a turn of events

you have wicked fantasies of

tackling the maestro by the collar

let him yield to your power

ask him a question

if the promised drop is real

if you let the orchestra fool you

still every movement of the bow

every string strung by the violinist

your fingers are entwined

they too hope for a drop

don't blink, don't flinch

or you might miss it.

i'll advise you to leave but you won't

because you believe in some shriveled luck

that the drop might come

once you step out.

or maybe who knows

you'll find it on your way out

[apocryphics]

[metamorphesque]

― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

[moonsigil44]

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’

[metamorphesque]

From the Yerevan Drama Theatre's adaptation of Lorenzaccio (by Alfred de Musset), directed by Armen Khandikyan

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]