A Subjective Candour

My heart is in the mountains of 2015

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Aurora Leigh, 1856.  

Source:histoire-d-elle

[promqueendyke]

throwing up so hard right now

[promqueendyke]

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[nateconnolly]

40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back. 

[nateconnolly]

A Timeline of Humanity:

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[kugurii]

[frogeye-pierce]

“Good Ol’ Snoopy” by Charles M. Schulz (1958)

[butterflypeaflowertea]

you’ve heard of a deadbeat dad... you’ve heard of a deadbeat boyfriend... now introducing... the world’s FIRST deadbeat daughter ❕

[marcuscrassus]

Vincent van Gogh - The Mulberry Tree (1889)

[horrorlesbians]

the obsession with aesthetic-izing everything is a disease that companies have sold us via influencers. it's all about turning your private space into a perfect backdrop for videos and photos, everything has to be a soundstage to market a product. making you view your own private space like a voyeur, already imagining the comments people might leave if your home isn't what they deem ideal. your fridge does not need to be aesthetically pleasing, you don't need to empty out spices from plastic packaging into a glass jar of the exact same size of the original packaging. not everything has to be pinterest goals. there is so little time, just live life.

[flowerytale]

Sharon Olds, from “His Stillness” Anaïs Nin, Fire: from “A Journal of Love”, The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937 Kathleen Graber, from “The Weight”, The River Twice: Poems Carson McCullers, from The Heart is a Lonely Hunter Simone de Beauvoir, from The Woman Destroyed Sylvia Plath, from “Daddy”

[onscreenkisses]

You get in punch ups with aspiring models and you wipe your nose with your sleeve. You’re my kinda chick.

LOOKING FOR ALIBRANDI, dir. Kate Woods (2000)

[ritikajyala]

I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.

My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.

But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.

I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[darkearthsuggestions]

you are not the soil from which you sprang, nor the rain that fed your roots. you are not the feet that pushed you down nor the sun that drew you up. you are not your seed– you are something new, shining in each branch and furling leaf, and you are still growing.

[trashyeggroll]

tumblr is great and all but ya’ll are missing the woman in one of my cat fb groups that has birthed her own tier 1 meme

[somethinginthestatic]

being in your early 20s is crazy bc there’s people who are literally married and people who’ve never even dated and people who are trapped in their childhood bedrooms waiting to get out and people who are trying to live out romanticized dream lives and people who are completely on their own and people with multi tiered support systems and we’re all supposedly peers and none of us think we’re doing it right at all

[syringavulgaris]

Nakahara Chūya, Autumn Poem (tr. Jerome Rothenberg and Yasuhiro Yotsumoto)