[stuckinapril]

[glowcowboy]

i don’t know. i’m barely a person. i just want to be kind and hold someone’s hand. eat an ice cream cone. stare at the lake. feel the sun on my skin. lay in the grass. run through a sprinkler. it’s so easy to forget life is supposed to feel like a deep breath and not a gasp

[flowerytale]

Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere

[doublism]

hey man can i come over and be sickly in the corner of your living room

[cowardlycowboys]

girl who needs to ask for reassurance would rather be stabbed than admit they have needs

[deathgasmic]

[dumbest-bb]

I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.

[metamorphesque]

i'm all the people i've ever loved

loseness lines over time by olivia de recat, @i-wrotethisforme, Kaveh Akbar, Olivie Blake

[surqrised]

“It eventually gets better, without any sort of explanation; you just wake up one morning and you’re not as upset anymore.”

— Unknown

[finehoney]

i am holding my loneliness and she is a teenage girl with puffy eyes, and i love her more than i have ever loved anyone

[lovecrumbss]

fav place

[aireina]

Windows of Havana, Cuba. Sam Youkilis for Holiday Magazine

[ryebreadgf]

How do you process grief?

by running from it until it finds me in the middle of a sunny street on a beautiful day

[thehappysmiler]

being a music listener is ruining my life for real. i spend hours a day in a music trance. the government will kill me for vibing too hard

[anthropoetics]

best friend, salman toor

[lifeinpoetry]

Childhood? Which childhood? The one that didn’t last? The one in which you learned to be afraid …?

— Li-Young Lee, from “A Hymn to Childhood,” Ink Knows No Borders: Poems of the Immigrant and Refugee Experience

[heavensghost]

when I found out my friends have no siblings I always ask isn’t that kind of lonely??? And they are always like idk not really and yeah u can’t miss what you’ve never known I guess but some nights me and my little sister will stay up late even though we both have class tomorrow and we will listen to fast car by Tracy chapman on repeat no talking just us quietly listening and I think that even if I never knew my sister I would still miss her somehow