سکون

memory book

[firstfullmoon]

Jane Mead, from “I wonder if I will miss the moss”

[firstfullmoon]

losing it over this letter ken kesey wrote after his son’s death

[llovelymoonn]

some little reminders i needed today <3

@lilcowgirl7 \ anaïs nin mirages: the unexpurgated diary: 1939-1947 \ jeanette winterson why be happy when you could be normal? (via @weltenwellen) \ @sunsbleeding \ dante émile it’s winter, i’m not in love yet but i’d like to be \ franz kafka the diaries of franz kafka, 1910-1913: “january 2, 1912” (via @dailykafka) \ sheryl st. germain going home: new orleans \ mary oliver dream work: “wild geese” (via @lesbianherstorian​) \ @inkskinned \ bryan washington visitor (via @typewriter-worries) \ nia vardalos tiny beautiful things (via @julykings​) \ ada limón the hurting kind: “it’s the season i often mistake” (via @firstfullmoon​) \ lev st. valentine there’s this game i play every morning (via @darkerthanerebus​) \ raymond carver rain (via @figtreeification​) \ anis mojgani songs from under the river: “here i am” (via @saintsebastiensbf​)

buy me a chai latte

[firstfullmoon]

Joseph Millar, “Telephone Repairman”

[forestgreenlesbian]

When Looking for Home, Aline Mello

[mango-season]

Wendy Cope / Ada Limón / Tomás Q. Morín / Queer Eye / Ada Limón

[schuylerpeck]

[greinkeephus]

always so touching and vibrant when you remember people a hundred years ago had profound lives full of fun and love

[greinkeephus]

my great grandparents met because they were both telephonist-telegraphists and they used to communicate in spoken morse code so that their kids wouldn’t understand the dirty jokes they were saying. And my great-aunt was telling me the other day about how her father would sit with his kids during stormy nights and hug them as they looked out the window and he pointed out how beautiful the lightning was. Because he didn’t want them to be afraid. It isn’t far away but it’s easy to forget that people are people are people

[greinkeephus]

isn’t it cool that we still take silly pictures where we pretend to put our baby niece up for sale or where we pretend to officiate a funeral on the beach? I think that’s neat

[blythebaird]

“THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dogs. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: “Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.”

— THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE by Blythe Baird

[sapphopilled]

work song by hozier / mahmoud darwish

[jaycee-speaks-now-deactivated20]

[weltenwellen]

Marya Hornbacher, Waiting

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[takemyrevolutions]

Rhiannon McGavin

[reflections-reflections]

[serratedpens]

Paige Lewis, “When I Tell My Beloved I Miss The Sun”

[919]

[Transcript:

Our shadows get dirty just like anyone’s, so we take them to the Laundromat—the one with

the 1996 Olympics-themed pinball machine— and watch our shadows warm

against each other. We bring the shadow game home and (this is my favorite part) when we

stretch our shadows across the bed, we get so tangled my beloved grips his own wrist,

certain it’s mine, and kisses it.]

[ontologicalevil]

this tweet is incredibly powerful. It shifted something in me

[lilium--bosniacum]

children’s dreams / al-yarmouk, palestinian refugee camp in damascus, syria 

little palestine; diary of a siege (2021) dir. abdallah al khatib