666 ways to explain myself

s/24/♑︎ ☉/ ♎︎ ☽/ ♏︎ ↑ probably nsfw "we all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it."

[vvicked-wolfy]

This song will cure me

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Sue zhao/Ryan O'Connell

[feelingsoftheday]

All I need is to be with you.

[thoughtkick]

“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

— Andrea Gibson

[weltenwellen]

Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

[twoheadedfawnn]

i feel like all i do is watch people and notice all the beautiful things about them and try to understand them fully and no one does that for me … sometimes i feel like i’m just a mirror to reflect people back to themselves. a vessel for love and that’s it… i make everyone else into poetry and no one else sees me the way i see them it’s so depressing

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “and what is reason? and what is love? and what is life?”]

[neckkiss]

neither..

[typewriter-worries]

You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.

- Alida Nugent

[sou-lscars]

tonight the hole in my chest consumed me at the fastest rate it ever has and i want to end it all

[weltenwellen]

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

[ololygas]

Basic August, Eileen Myles

[shisasan]

August 16, 1924 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[sawasawako-archived]

“It was around then that I realized for the first time that falling in love is like being haunted. Even before I opened my eyes in the morning, you would slip in under my eyelids. When I opened them, you instantly transferred to the ceiling, the wardrobe, the windowpane, the street, the far-off sky, and glimmered there like dappled light. You haunted me more persistently than I imagine any ghost ever could.”

– Greek Lessons, Han Kang, trans. Deborah Smith and Emily Yae Won

[sou-lscars]

limbo

[dazedcorpse]

all i ever wanted was to be loved the way i love

[moderndaymystic]

The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you