foolish fragile spine

samantha. 27. still feel 17 tho.

[grayskymorning]

Moments of Mine

[redrola]

[cerleansky]

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

[speaklavenderthoughts-deactivat]

absolutely obsessed with these tags

[unpains]

[tkkatherineblog]

[delta-breezes]

My Scandinavian Home 

[sunst0ne]

“Saturdays are always the best time to hold you, in the lonely dim lit hotel room under coffee-stained sheets that kept me snuggled up and longing. You make poetry sound like child’s play, your voice a monument and your irides like the rings of Saturn, those brown hues in between. The moon is always full where you are. Here in the dark I can see my way out now. My feet dangling off the cliffs and my eyes closed as if there are no jagged edges at the bottom, as if the waves can break my fall. Remember I was always the reckless one between us. To sleep with the windows open at night and to love with the lights off. Maybe we are a patchwork. Maybe we are indestructible, you and I. I take your stories and fold them into eights. How red the words taste when you breathe them into me. I’ve caught fire but I’m not the sun and you say you’re freezing without my light beneath the covers. It’s like This blanket fort with you is the safest I’ll ever feel. There are monsters everywhere and they’re no longer under my bed. Monsters that pretend to be people that pretend to love you. I can see through. I’m not afraid.”

— Soyen, Love poem #7 (via atramentum)

[delta-breezes]

Samuel Milton Shatsky | @samshatsky 

[delta-breezes]

Siobhan Ferguson | @siobhaise 

[delta-breezes]

Zach Nichols | @zachnicholz 

[sappsorrow]

Tag yourself: X-Files edition

I’m Mouldy

[solemn-ly]

Why did this just make me snort at 1am 😂

[delta-breezes]

Rob McGuinness 

[calamitys-child]

Fanfic tropes the x files has actually done: - Fake married - I kissed your au self - Terminal illness - Forced to share a single bed in a motel room - Body swap (kinda) - I kissed somebody else because I thought they were you - We nearly kissed that one time and neither of us wants to be the first one to suggest we maybe talk about that - Cuddling for warmth - The Tol & Smol thing probably counts as a fic trope as well actually - I’m not sure how or when it happened but the joke flirting is no longer a joke oops - I thought you were dead oh my god don’t you dare do that to me again - Literally everybody you know is telling you that you’re in love when do you plan to start listening - Describe themselves as soulmates - *shows up at your door at 4am* I can’t sleep

[delta-breezes]

Fluffy Eggnog Cinnamon Rolls | Half Baked Harvest 

[delta-breezes]

Lukas De Groodt | @lukasdegroodt 

[delta-breezes]

Marvin Walter 

[delta-breezes]

Daniel Casson