LETTER TO MY CHILDHOOD ME
franz wright // richey edwards // unknown // katie maria // little women (2019) // james baldwin // unknown // siickangel (?)
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LETTER TO MY CHILDHOOD ME
franz wright // richey edwards // unknown // katie maria // little women (2019) // james baldwin // unknown // siickangel (?)
in a world full of clubs and parties, you‘ll find me watching a sunset thinking about life.
Or in bed.
Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
i was born knowing you.
lisa see / fleabag (2016-2019) / unknown / the reynolds pamphlet, lin-manuel miranda / my sister’s keeper, jodi picoult / little women (2019) dir. greta gerwig / mommy issues, joan tierney / sisters, holly warburton / two sisters on the terrace, pierre-auguste renoir
“In the evenings, before I went to sleep, and in the mornings, in the moment I woke up, I realized I was praying for rain.”
— The Garden of Words 言の葉の庭 (2013)
Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House
Fleabag | 1.04
Alex Dimitrov, from "Love", Love and Other Poems
when Mohsin Naqvi wrote,
“tum kahan jaoge socho Mohsin, log thak-haar ke ghar jaate hain."
and when Akhtar Usman wrote,
“shaam aaye aur ghar ke liye dil machal uThe, shaam aaye aur dil ke liye koī ghar na ho.”
Mohsin Naqvi was surely homesick when he said;
"Tum kahan jaogey socho Mohsin, log thak haar ke ghar jaate hain."
let’s ride mama
if he ever kisses me, the moon might split in half from how hard i’ve wished
if i ever get to kiss her the fabric of reality will start turning into dust and i’d dissolve into the very air that she breaths. oh to be the air she breaths.
tumblr is the best thing that has ever happened to me
I wish someone would hold my head and hit it hard against a wall till my soul eould leave my body.