The Art of Not Settling

Hailee // lost, somewhere in the desert 

[ghost-of-bon3s]

[ashstfu]

[eskidihayaller]

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[templetv-deactivated20260211]

hey can you come over and surgically remove this heavy, aching rot from my heart? we can watch a movie afterwards

[kafkaswasteddayz]

not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again

[perequiste]

things will work out + it’s still early + not everything is lost + trees

[sec0ndwind]

I’m so hungry I could eat the gap between what I said and what I meant

[machinot]

when u look at 2017 and think “oh that’s only like 3 years ago” and it’s actually 12,000 years ago and everything is gone and everyone you know has been reduced to ash and the world is completely different

[wovi]

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joy sullivan

[midnightglances]

I want to be cool and mysterious so bad but unfortunately I have many thoughts about things

[creekfiend]

good evening. are u avoiding pain or seeking joy

[a-book-of-creatures]

Normalize saying “just as the oracle foretold” when things go your way

[charlesoberonn]

Normalize saying "just like the mysterious crone warned me about" when things don't go your way

[tytranosaurusrex]

becoming an adult is essentially having all your friends in different cities and permanently missing someone

[zinjanthropusboisei]

“This is a model for how indirect effect can be, how delayed, how invisible; no one is more hopeful than a writer, no one is a bigger gambler…You write your books. You scatter your seeds. Rats might eat them, or they might rot. In California, some seeds lie dormant for decades because they only germinate after fire, and sometimes the burned landscape blooms most lavishly.”

[havingapoemwithyou]

from let July be July by Morgan Harper Nichols

[quasi-normalcy]

We have this interesting situation where we basically no longer have privacy nor the expectation of privacy, but we also don't have community or meaningful connection with others, so we're all simultaneously both completely exposed and absolutely alone, and please understand that when I say this situation is "interesting", what I in fact mean is that it's "nightmarish and I wish I could wake up"