Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Not today Justin
Jules of Nature
will byers stan first human second
Three Goblin Art

titsay
Peter Solarz
hello vonnie
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
One Nice Bug Per Day
i don't do bad sauce passes
todays bird
Claire Keane
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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DEAR READER
KIROKAZE
Cosimo Galluzzi

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette
i am not immune to stories in which characters who have endured harsh, empty existences become absolutely transformed by someone’s sincere love for them and learn to live
by wilderpoetry
having love in your heart will literally save you from the otherwise cataclysmic experience of being a human being
Memory is a poet, not a historian.
Melancholy is dangerous. It’s addicting. Once you find a way to cope with your darkness, you don’t even wanna see a drop of light.
Hira (via hedonistpoet)
Strange how we decorate pain.
Margaret Atwood, Oh, Morning in the Burned House (via wethinkwedream)
Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.
Nikita Gill, Almost Feelings (via books-n-quotes)
If you are not a poet, be the poem itself.
(via hedonistpoet)
I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.
Emery Allen (via alunit)