you deserve love, too.

birdie. mid-20s, asian. she/her. queer. here you'll find whatever strikes my fancy.

[princesconsuela]

[bianabarry]

hozier: i’m catering to a very specific group of people who are both cinephile, has extremely fascination with religious symbols and references and are part of the lgbt community. also marshmallows. must like roasted marshmallows.

[lonelyheartsociety]

“—I have a childlike heart”

— Sappho, Fragments (tr. by Mary Barnard)

[glazedeye-s]

the song of achilles, madeline miller // etiquette, meghan howland // wuthering heights, emily brontë.

[firstfullmoon]

anne boyer “the harm will come: it never doesn’t” / julia armfield “to watch a horror movie is to know that something bad is going to happen. to have a body is really the same thing” / hilary mantel “we don’t have to invite pain in, it’s waiting for us: sooner rather than later” / marie howe “you know how we’ve been waiting for the big pain to come? I think it’s here. I think this is it. I think it’s been here all along” / gregory orr “I want to go back to the beginning. we all do. I think: hurt won’t be there. but I’m wrong” / toni morrison “the hurt was always there” / torrey peters “pain that had to be endured, withstood, pain that was the same as being alive, and so without end”

[firstfullmoon]

#that one line from sharp objects … #do you ever feel like bad things are going to happen and you can’t stop them? you can’t do anything you just have to wait?

[firstfullmoon]

#THE lake mungo quote #I feel like something bad is going to happen to me. I feel like something bad has happened. it hasn’t reached me yet but it’s on its way

[shebsart]

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

tag yourself

60’s - kisses on the hand, soft acoustics, keeping a journal under the pillow, walks in the rain, old films, a bouquet of roses at the doorstep, secret love letters, old newspaper articles, talking to the moon

70’s - gentle hum of the radio, rose gardens, soft filters, yellow tinted sunglasses, fuzzy sunlight on a meadow, perfumes on silk, pearl earrings, ladybird on an eyelid, french literature

80’s - potted plants on the balcony, stargazing with your best friend, dusty video games, old coffee shops, bike rides to the lake, revisiting childhood nostalgia, flower-embroidered sleeves

90’s - eye circles, midnight drives to nowhere, falling in love recklessly, denim jackets, ripped pages in a diary, thinking about past lovers, listening to music until 3am, the dark phase of sunsets, mixtapes

00’s - believing in magic, smiling at strangers, dreams of being someone, hearing an old song you used to like on the radio, birthday cards from friends who don’t talk to you anymore

10’s - goodnight texts, fairy lights on the wall,flowers on eyelids, the view of a city from an apartment, feeling lonely on the train, sending a million hearts, feeling yourself changing for the better

[poeguesquadron2]

just playing around with this tutorial

[babiedspice]

picture this. they choose you and keep choosing you. even on bad days.

[firstfullmoon]

I made it through April, May, June; it seemed I had outsmarted grief but pulled the hanged man card repeatedly—the self-same sorrow said a different way.

— Maya C. Popa, from “Signal”

[mrchandlerbings]

[shimrn]

Visit Original Link

your hands are cold || pride and prejudice (2005) soundtrack

[finiickodair]

Katniss Everdeen; the girl on fire.

[okiyans]

if the tenth doctor has a million fans, i am one of them. if the tenth doctor has ten fans, i am one of them. if the tenth doctor has only one fan, that is me. if the tenth doctor has no fans, that means i am no longer on earth. if the world is against the tenth doctor, then i am against the world.

[flowerytale]

Henry James, from The Portrait of a Lady

[firstfullmoon]

“I still believe that the unexamined life is not worth living: and I know that self-delusion, in the service of no matter what small or lofty cause, is a price no writer can afford. His subject is himself and the world and it requires every ounce of stamina he can summon to attempt to look on himself and the world as they are.”

— James Baldwin, from the introduction to “Nobody Knows My Name” (via kafkasapartment)

[hellaleg]