Lovestruck

A daydreamer with a penchant for words, beautiful flowers and pixie dust.

[inkskinned]

oh, i'm scared of it. looking down into how much i like you and knowing it only grows from there. like i am huddled beyond the safe point; too far already. what am i supposed to say? you were never one for poetics. i can't bear it, it only seeks to swallow me, and all that big raw heart of mine with it.

[iamatinyowl]

Don’t date men who dont do housework/chores until they’re asked.

[iamatinyowl]

By that I mean: it is not your responsibility alone to keep track of and manage the household labour and chores.

Do not date someone who expects you to tally and distribute tasks like they’re a child getting chores from their parents.

You should never feel like the parent nagging for chores to be done before playtime in an adult partnership.

[ethiopienne]

There’s a really great comic about this too.

[gentlyweirdplanteatingcreature]

Great comic. It’s worth noting that by saying “you should have asked me to do it,” the man is telling the woman that it is her fault for not asking him, rather than his for not taking the initiative to help his family.

Classic blame shifting tactics that further burdens the woman.

[pixellatedbibiliophile]

YES!!

So freaking happy my husband is always on point <3

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Moonshine, cold and pure, and bright,

Alice Cary, from Poetical Works of Alice Cary; “Grand-Dame and Child,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[aseaofquotes]

Brian Andreas, “Before Dawn”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Your heartbeats set the rhythm for my heart.

Edith Nesbit, from The Collected Works of Edith Nesbit; “A Farewell,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[quotemadness]

Fullness of knowledge always means some understanding of the depths of our ignorance; and that is always conducive to humility and reverence.

Robert Andrews Millikan (via quotemadness)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I returned to solitude and books.

Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by P. A. Bien, from “Report To Greco,” publ. c. 1961 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[philosophybits]

The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.

George Eliot, attributed in, Golden Gleams of Thought, by S. Pollock Linn (via philosophybits)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

My daydreams lie buried in autumn leaves, they’re covered with autumn rain. The time is sweet September,

Al Dubin, from Big Hits: “September In The Rain,” written c. 1960 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[doolallymagpie]

straight up, i think we need to start unironically using the term megacorporation

amazon, disney, pepsi, pretty much any company that owns enough subsidiaries that you’re probably touching five of their products at any one time without realizing unless you know very well where everything you buy comes from

that’s a megacorporation

and it’s bad, todd

[doolallymagpie]

WE LIVE IN AN OLIGOPOLIC KLEPTOPLUTOCRACY AND NOBODY SEEMS TO CARE

[natalunasans]

we care, it’s just hard to spell

[noorshirazie]

you are so much more than the burdens that claim you when you are alone with sinister thoughts.

Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars (via noorshirazie)

[an-haze-reblogs]

[merde-petit-maitre]

Photography

[larmoyante]

I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.

C.S. Lewis (via larmoyante)

[pixellatedbibiliophile]

I loved your soul in silence.

six word story, #16 (via herarbitrarymusings)

[mysticwritingspilledinkland-dea]

IF YOU ARE EVER IN DC

Please got to the National Women’s Art Museum. It is the ONLY one in the world and showcases a lot of amazing art, but isn’t doing well. It has programs promoting intersectional feminism and is a beautiful building full of art from all over the world. Even if you think you don’t like going to art galleries, like I did, you might really surprised. The Fierce Women tour is great so let’s keep bringing it back! boost this and send it to your friends! Let’s get the message out there and I know the feminists will storm it. Now let’s get in formation.

[pixellatedbibiliophile]

Writing about sadness came easily, effortlessly. You spilled ink and entrails on an empty page, and they are teeming, overflowing. An everlasting supply coursed through you, hollering for more ink. They were all pages, succumbing to nothingness.

But happiness is difficult, almost as if you were terrified of writing them down, lest they vanish, lest the ephemeral sanctity of ecstasy disintegrate the moment affection becomes concrete, the moment emotions become tangible.

Yet, you didn’t survive this long for nothing. You want to exsanguinate your veins for letters because you can, because you want consonants in consonance, vowels crying foul. Happiness may be ephemeral. But you hope that the paragraphs, and his green eyes, and the way he held you in the dark, made happiness infinitesimal.

[pixellatedbibiliophile]

105/365

I ran today, at a speed that barely hit the mark, and miles that didn’t quite suffice.

But for the first time, in the longest time, I am no longer running away.