“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.”
— Hélène Cixous, from “The Love of the Wolf” (via soracities)

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@paintedcanyons
“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.”
— Hélène Cixous, from “The Love of the Wolf” (via soracities)
When we talked, I wanted to say that I forgave you, but the words felt strange. I still needed to process things, I think. Before that, I never fully understood why you did some the things that you did. I wish you could've explained it way back when. To help me help you, perhaps, even though it was my time to stop giving and instead start moving away and dress my wounds. But now that I've healed, there's still some things I need to say, but reaching out again feels risky somehow, like I might unbalance you again. So instead I'll say it into this void — I forgive you. I see how you regretted your actions and acknowledged what happened and how. How you've been trying to change, to do and to be better. And it's the best thing I could've asked for. Not for my sake, but for yours. And also, saying it just in case, never think it was all you. In the thick of it, I made a big mistake as well, and I hope last time we spoke helped emphasize that and the role it played afterwards (even though I was pumped full of anxiety and probably sounded off). But besides, I don't think there's much point in quantifying hurt or asking who hurt who first, especially so long after the fact. We both messed up, we both wish we didn't and grew from it, we both wish the other better. Maybe it's a gross simplification, but I think it's healthier to see it that way, and an easier place to heal from. And one day, I hope you'll manage to release yourself from the soft, ambient hell you found yourself in. (You didn't really say it outright, but you were my best friend; I can still read between the lines) I know you know that my home is no longer yours, but still, I hope one day I can welcome you in as an old friend. Open invitation, no obligation, no expiry date. Just one condition: That you'll have forgiven yourself too, so that we can meet anew on equal level.
something genuinely insane about going somewhere and getting to feel “i had some of the worst years of my life here” and “i was loved here, once” simultaneously.
the structure rots and the plants reclaim. But i remember
I sometimes miss the intimacy we shared. It was raw, it was real. I still wish you were the one.
screw it!!! im going to savor every moment!!! im going to appreciate the trees!! im going to live!!!
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
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I go feral for antiques. Who held you? Who loved you? How did you end up here, with me?
"When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?"
- Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin Press, 2019) [@uaravsh ]
They say nothing lasts forever but they're just scared it will last longer than they can love it.
—
Ocean Vuong
- On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
if voices could be kissed i’d kiss your voice all night.
"don't talk to strangers or you might fall in love"
- Ethel Cain, Strangers
The intoxicating intensity that fills me every time I feel you close. You fill me to overflow. Truth is that in the bottom of your eyes is the switch that turns on all the stars in my sky.
e.v.e.
“And he soon grew to love her with quite a wild sort of love.”
— Ellen Wood, from East Lynne
Summer left, leaving a gentle kiss on autumn's forehead saying “take care” and it went away.
Happierr, 2023.09
Why are haunted houses so uncommon when haunted people are everywhere?
I miss you. Sometimes I feel like it's enough to love you from a distance. Other times I want nothing more than to hear your laugh and feel your hand in mine.
“If I disappear, know that I’m okay.”
— Unknown