[catasters]

[princesstigerbelle]

STOP! THIEF!

[whitepeopletwitter]

[kafk-a]

literally everybody who has ever been kind to me has made me kinder in return

[skypestripper]

hearing a story thats obviously made up

[beingsinthedream]

ottessa moshfegh

[lifeinpoetry]

“I have died for the smallest things. / Nothing washes off.”

— — Angela Jackson, from “The Love of Travelers,” And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New

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[cizayox]

This is honestly what i look like in my minds eye

[anditslove]

“I felt something loosen in me, that shouldn’t have loosened. A stitch come undone.”

— Gillian Flynn, Dark Places (via anditslove)

[anditslove]

“I just wish that life, for once, for a day or even a few hours, would go smoothly. I can never just sit back and sail.”

— Val Emmich, Dear Evan Hansen

[whitepeopletwitter]

[mockwa]

[earthdad]

this is what a king looks like

[bnmxfld]

“It’s mortifying to be the one who remembers.”

— Ryan O’Connell

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

thebiglonely:

“I am starved for tenderness and that is what is the matter with me and has been the matter with me for months.”

— May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal (Norton, 1997) (via luthienne)

[merulae]

“What then kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

[merulae]

“Everything outside seemed as if in prayer, unfulfilled, unredeemed. This leaves me unmoved; I am like a dry steambed being dredged. My life seems like a stranger’s house to me.”

— Werner Herzog, Conquest of the Useless: Reflections on the Making of Fitzcarraldo 

[merulae]

“I wish you would let me know how difficult it is to love me. Then I would know you love me beneath all that difficulty.”

— Max Ritvo, from “Living It Up” in Four Reincarnations: Poems

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[toastoat]

This is a baby asking this to other babies