Victoria's Space

Just whatever posts capture my attention...❤🐄🌻🌲☀️👩🏼‍🌾👩🏼‍🔬

[mimibow11]

[isl-equ-ay]

[perriaeyjeve]

[post-troy-stress-disorder]

i need to read everything ever before the end of the summer

[poeticpicturism]

[into-wonderland-caroline]

[beachgothbaby]

i want history museums i want art galleries i want forests i want waterfalls i want oceans i want long car drive i want concerts i want book stores i want rooftops i want star gazing i want to travel i want to feel 

[babbyygirrrl]

I don't know who needs to hear this but... start living. The days are flying by and all you do is work, pay bills, and stress. Enjoy what you can like walks, sunsets, music, laughter. Joy doesn't have to be expensive. You deserve it.

[scribeherself]

romance is letting someone see your reading list. your search history. the books on your nightstand arranged in the exact order of your anxiety. letting them understand that yes, you read three different translations of the same poem, and yes, it matters which one, and yes, you can explain why for forty-five minutes if they'll let you. intimacy is someone staying for the explanation.

[catchymemes]

[soracities]

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

[kosmogrl]

[frailbug]

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

[ondoinganevildeedblues]

best sleeping conditions: freezing fucking cold room but layers and layers of blankets 

[gandalphthegay]

Dying to be at a cabin in the woods, sitting in a hot tub, underneath all the stars in the sky

[lapetitsyrene]

I should be allowed into every museum’s archives actually

[weltenwellen]

A Conversation with Richard Siken by Thomas Hobohm