king of the world

21 they/them

[heartsl0b]

[st-pam]

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Eurydice”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[lentilsdotcom]

sibling relationships are so strange... like i love you. you will never understand me in a way that matters. we are the same person in drastically different ways. we are sewn together. we don't talk. we are attached at the hip. you wish i was never born. can i call you. let's eat together. i forgive you. etc

[lentilsdotcom]

i don't have enough photos of you on my phone to make one your contact picture. we got the same tattoo completely by coincidence. why do you always get to be mario. i love the meals you cook. we live in different universes. you can stay at my house if you need. we have never been friends. you are more important to me than anyone on this earth

[userjoel]

JAVI GUTIERREZ outfit appreciation in    ㄴ  the unbearable weight of massive talent (2022)

[lanfibio]

Little kiss!

[heartsl0b]

drawings of girls 🌷

[karakuliiii]

I will not get over this

[butzenscheibe-art]

[fairycosmos]

god the loneliness of young adulthood is so real

[fairycosmos]

it’s just trying not to cry on public transport and doing dishes

[uglyfruit]

[ID: 3 green leaves with text stamped on them. They say "It's so hot and the sky's so blue", "I want people to know me", "but it's so hard to tell them". ]

[sofiazerkalo]

“A thousand dreams within me softly burn.”

— Arthur Rimbaud (via mysterybabylon)

[llovelymoonn]

on love as conversation

alice oseman radio silence (via @liriostigre) \ bell hooks

kofi

[heavensghost]

from one of my unfinished poems

[sjdsjkdlskdas-deactivated202012]

part of what makes tragedies tragic is the story being preventable from the outside but unpreventable from the inside

[sjdsjkdlskdas-deactivated202012]

imagine you’re walking down the street on an early, rainy morning. you just got yourself a cup of hot coffee. you’re thinking about work. there’s a bumpy part of the sidewalk, and you trip….what do you do? you brace yourself with your free hand, of course. you balance yourself with your dominant foot, naturally. you catch yourself while holding your drink high above your head, nothing is spilled, you don’t get hurt, you keep walking. but as you read this, you aren’t even standing are you? you’re likely reading this while lying in bed, sitting on the couch, or sitting at your desk. you don’t consider how slowly your brain works behind early-morning fog. your sense memory of a rain-slick sidewalk beneath misplaced feet is vague at best. you don’t consider how instinct takes over logic when you’re scared. you don’t have to avoid getting hurt while maintaining balance from where you read this.

but i’m sure you wouldn’t fall in real life. you wouldn’t crack your chin on the sidewalk, you wouldn’t spill coffee down your shirt. you’re a reasonable person. you wouldn’t kill the random traveler on your way to thebes. you would’ve just talked to the creature you made, formed formed from corpses. you would’ve just talked it out before making a harsh decision. you’d wait a minute to see if your lover woke up before killing yourself. i’m sure of it.

[auteuriste]

in the mood for love, 2000 (dir. wong kar-wai)  ph. wing shya

[jinxproof]

Xie Chaoyu 10 Magazine n°64 ph. Trinity Ellis