life is now, with you

lora, she/her, 17

[mun-dane]

“You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important.”

— James Baldwin, Conversations with James Baldwin

[doeberman-moveddd-deactivated20]

moment of silence for everyone who's just like their dad but a girl

[hunterxhunter99]

None of my mutuals should have to do assignments thats fucked up all of you are too pretty for that. I wish I could kill them for you

[callmebarbie]

girlie stop scrolling through tumblr you are one second away from crumbling under academic pressure

[guooey]

“I saw my childhood sunsetting before my eyes, going out as softly and serene as the late summer afternoon it left me on. There’s a spirit that lives through us during every chapter of our lives. This one, I believe, licked all her wounds and laid down to rest in the endless fields of my elementary school. Leaving me beside her with white clover and bluegrass sprinkled on my knees, she’s given me a love I will carry within me forever.”

— B.N Pressman, Stories of My Childhood (via lilybed)

[girldionysus]

The series ‘Young Slavonian Women’ explores the queer identity in the rural areas of the Balkan. The paintings realistically depicts imaginary scenes from the life of young women, that might have happened but were not historically recorded and were not part of the collective memory.

 by Helena Janecic  [1][2][3][4][5][6]

[deviika]

F. Scott Fitzgerald // Charles Bukowski

[metamorphesque]

— Oscar Wilde 

[ryebreadgf]

if i was very little i could live inside your tote bag and use your rumpled up receipts as blankets. have you thought about that

[stars-bean]

“The time of hot chocolaty mornings and toasty marshmallow evenings.”

Pooh’s Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin (1997) dir. Karl Geurs

[peoplehood-deactivated20211003]

silent girl september… sleepy girl september… solitary girl september…

[madisen]

madisen kuhn

[diarygirls]

every august without fail is like i will give you some of the most beautiful golden summer moments of your life but also you will be thinking about childhood and loss constantly. it will always be either 5pm or 2am

[existential-celestial]

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”

— Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

[trauma-ruined-deactivated202110]

i am beautiful. i am disgusting. everybody is lucky to meet me. nobody can stand dealing with me. i am worthless. i am perfect. i am numb. i have experienced 20 moods in 2 minutes. i hate everybody. i love everybody. i’ve never done anything wrong in my entire life. all i do is fuck things up. i consumed 5,000 calories in 10 minutes. i haven’t eaten in three days.

[gaycommunist]

actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.

[pattern-recognition]

girl are you ok you’ve been seeing a lot of intimacy in everyday objects and mundane situations