[aintmyjewelry]

we need to bring back inviting people over for cake and coffee. my grandma used to do that all the time and I think it's a lost art

[soracities]

Jeremy Radin, from "Lazar Wolf the Butcher" (poem written during staging of Fiddler on the Roof at Paper Mill Playhouse, shared on his IG page) [ID'd]

[allsadnshit]

“Growing Around Grief”

Lois Tonkin, 1996

[tranquildeath]

born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory

[melodicpianist]

[suncollapsing-deactivated202503]

[fortuneaday]

[A white fortune cookie paper with blue text. Front: Happier days are definitely ahead for you. Lucky Numbers 2, 36, 21, 3, 49, 37 Back: January, Chinese text 一 (yī) 月 (yuè)]

[disgustinggf]

[kafk-a]

Julian K. Jarboe, ‘First Contact, Communion’ from Everyone on the Moon Is Essential Personnel

[jovialtorchlight-deactivated202]

CUP

[antisisyphus]

On This the 100th Anniversary of the Sinking of the Titanic, We Reconsider the Buoyancy of the Human Heart by Laura Lamb Brown-Lavoie

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, from “ The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”

[professionalchaoticdumbass]

still thinking about this youtube comment i screenshotted ages ago

[enigma-eclipsed]

Ribcage is a hell of a word. Like yeah my bones trapped my heart inside my chest if u even care. I don’t know if it wants out

[doradotcom]

fuck spotify forreal for taking away the little heart icon... i dont want to add songs to my creepy ass collection i want to like them i want to love them

[theriverbeyond]

i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

[peacozy]

[rannithebitch-deactivated202312]

I would literally be unstoppable if I didn’t have that persistent pit in my stomach that everyone in a room is just a little bit annoyed by my presence