“Alas, I know that these consolations amount to so little, for they are quickly used up and the heartache incessantly replenishes on its own.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Magdalena Schwammberger, December 23, 1923
Cosmic Funnies

Origami Around

Product Placement
One Nice Bug Per Day
Fieri Frames

if i look back, i am lost

Love Begins
ojovivo
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
EXPECTATIONS
todays bird
Color Me Curious

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The Bright Sessions

shark vs the universe
Claire Keane

@theartofmadeline
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“Alas, I know that these consolations amount to so little, for they are quickly used up and the heartache incessantly replenishes on its own.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Magdalena Schwammberger, December 23, 1923
“By the time that you receive this letter, I will be dead. I am killing myself because I can no longer live, because the exhaustion of going to sleep and the exhaustion of waking up are unbearable to me. I am killing myself because I believe myself to be immortal, and I hope for it.”
Charles Baudelaire, from his suicide note written c. June 1845
“Of course the blood exists. Blood is the heaviest. Blood is heavy. Sometimes I think I’ve had too much.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Robert Bly, from “The Song of the Idiot,”
Oh my god
reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful
I scrolled passed then I felt guilty
What gets the types wet
ESTJ: Judge Judy
ISTJ: stationary
ESTP: dying young
ISTP: touching engines
ESFJ: fake smiles
ISFJ: baking cookies for cats
ESFP: hot individuals
ISFP: paint brushes
ENFJ: people pleasing
INFJ: communism
ENFP: crystal meth
INFP: bad boyz that’ll hurt their fragile heart
ENTJ: the Roman Empire
INTJ: their massive intellects
ENTP: pointless arguments
INTP: Reddit
Ways I show affection
Finger guns
Sending memes
Creating playlists
Drawing on hands
Bad puns
AND NOW I WILL TOO
My soul is cleansed
lmaoooooooooooooo
gay culture is trying to telepathically communicate to visibly gay people you see in public that you’re one of them
Soft mutant girlfriends 💖
look: the right people will get it. the right people will see you and appreciate you for the person that you are. the right people won’t require you to dilute, censor, or edit yourself in order to be worthy of their time and affection. you don’t need to waste your time on people who are committed to misunderstanding you
slob lesbian, as opposed to butch or femme:
- my hair is long bc i’m too lazy or apathetic to cut it (or: my hair is short entirely bc it’s more comfortable/less work that way)
- i don’t wear makeup most of the time bc i’m too lazy or apathetic (or: i wear makeup to help conceal the fact that i’m hungover and/or sleep-deprived and/or haven’t showered in a while)
- the “smoky eye” effect is just bc i slept in this eyeliner
- i wear jeans and t-shirts (or one-piece machine-washable dresses) all the time bc that’s what’s easiest
- i don’t shave bc it’s too time consuming (or: i do shave, bc it’s required by my school/workplace/parents, or just bc other people give me less shit that way; or: perma-stubble: girl edition)
- most clothing wrinkled, torn, and/or stained, even if clean
- unintentional ombre hair via very grown out bleach job and very faded technicolor dye
- brain problems/ shit executive function
- permanent eye bags/dark circles
i just wanna sit in pretty lingerie with a glass of champagne on the terrace
So these Christian anti-feminist protestors showed up at my school and were just yelling misogynist things at everyone, when this guy suddenly walks up in front of them mid-rant and just starts…. singing opera
Chaotic good bard
not to harp on this point but the care with which a girl you’ve known for maybe three weeks will ask you “what’s wrong?” if you look even mildly distressed is more emotional labor than you’d receive from any man over the course of six lunar cycles
if my dad sees me crying, he pretends he’s getting a call so that we don’t have to have an awkward conversation, but a drunk girl who stumbled across me in a public bathroom would literally become my emotional triage nurse
learning to move around discomfort