[havingrevelations-deactivated20]

the thing about having hope is that it is so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so difficult. but you have to do it anyway

[vanishments]

[txttletale]

that post that went around like "i'm living the medeival peaant lifestyle" and went on to talk about eating "extravagant spices" was so funny. it is difficult to think of something that medievial peasants more famously did not have

[bestoftswift]

[emmawatscn]

[theclassicsreader]

“No hurt I did not feel, no death / That was not mine;”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Renascence”

[aaronstveit]

Women have minds and they have souls as well as just hearts. They’ve got ambition and they’ve got talent as well as just beauty. I am so sick of people saying that love is just all a woman is fit for. I’m so sick of it! But — I am so lonely.

[exileinguyville]

Mitski photographed by Alexei Hay for Issue Magazine

[breakburnandends]

i was so ugly in 2008 because i didnt care about my looks i cared about the jonas brothers

[flowerytale]

Sara Teasdale, from “The Kiss”, The Collected Poems Of Sara Teasdale

[buffysummers]

No one can be independent of other people completely, so why not give up the attempt, she thought, go running in the other direction, depend on people for everything, allow them to depend on you, why not. She knows he loves her, she doesn’t wonder about what anymore.

[ifyougrinyoulose]

if you’re reading this i hope something good happens to you today

[yocalio]

Rear Window (1954) Dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[dcvina-claires]

i love when a character is a ghost but in a tragic way instead of a scary way. i love when a character has been dead from the beginning but is still holding on to stay in the narrative. i love when a character could choose to resent the living but ends up loving them instead. i love when a character drives the story but isn’t quite there enough to be at the center of it. i love when the ghosts are the protectors instead of the ones causing the harm. i love when a character is at the heart of the story because depending on where you began it, no matter how you told it, the story is about the ghost who struggled to keep their humanity

[ninzied]

The other day, lying in bed, I felt my heart beating for the first time in a long while. I realized how little I live in my body, how much in my mind.

—Rodger Kamenetz, Terra Infirma

[gaveyouigaveyoui]

there it goes

[scenicroutes]

[singing alone in shower] my name is marius pontmercy [raises voice seventeen octaves] and mine’s cosette