étonne-moi

“How light the raindrop’s contents are. How gently the world touches me.”

[odenadnihilum-deactivated202303]

i am guilty of humanity i am

painfully human i am

apologetically human

[odenadnihilum-deactivated202303]

poets are passive by nature, active by soul

[odenadnihilum-deactivated202303]

do you miss the simpler times

when nothing meant anything?

[odenadnihilum-deactivated202303]

do you miss the simpler times

when nothing meant anything?

[dolstoi-deactivated20231210]

[odenadnihilum-deactivated202303]

"I cry at nothing and cry most of the time"

— Charlotte Perkins Gilman

[optimistic-nihilist]

[pialavinia-deactivated20230820]

🌿

[uzguncilek]

[poetic--elixir]

“The problem with wanting is that it makes us weak.”

— Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

[vexheart]

[oscar-still-wildin]

at my funeral, the audience will watch my favourite comfort movie and whoever checks their phone first gets disinherited.

[hamoodmood-deactivated20250309]

Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?

[doomed-introvert]

[ritikajyala]

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[metamorphesque]

—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva

[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]

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[caughtinorbit]