[Image descriptions in order: a series of screenshots of tumblr posts. bestofgentleearth posts a photo of a comment by "butterfly" which says "today, the world looked beautiful again. i'm starting to remember what kept me alive last summer."]
[firstfullmoon posts a tweet by @ heatherchristle "Heather Christle" (verified) which says "Once a first grader asked me how long a poem had to be and when I said it could be just one word he wrote a poem that was just his best friend's phone number."
They then say "excuse me while i go cry".]
[luthienne reblogs a post which has a tweet by @ chenchenwrites "兔兒神". The tweet says "let me stay tender-hearted, despite despite despite". On tumblr, the OP says "i keep thinking of this". luthienne's tags say #yes yes yes #text #typography #a kind of holiness #favorite #everything that chen chen posts is so good and i love him. <3]
[honeytuesday posts "love it when people are just a little bit unraveled. hair wisps flying everywhere, wrinkles in yesterday's t-shirt, pockets reserved for useless things only. fingers kissed blue from the last pen that fell in love with you. laugh on the wrong side of raw. smile on the right side of bizarre. bright eyes smeared kohl dark, hungry mouth stained lollipop red. messy messy messy messy. you are blurry like the edges of my favorite old photograph. each second you're born anew. you are beautiful and terrible and the most irreplaceable part of living and i could love you forever and ever and ever".]
[An anonymous ask which says "In your honest opinion, what does it mean to be human?"
soracities answers with a screenshot of a poem. It says "In the dark times, will there also be singing?/Yes, there will be singing./About the dark times."]
[zarazaramp3 reblogs a post by coffeepeople which says "I find it endlessly fascinating that most humans just want someone who will get up in the middle of the night to close the windows with them when it starts down pouring. We want someone to dry our dishes after we wash them. We just want another person to do mundane activities with. We want to tell someone how the copy machine broke at work and we want to listen to how Debra is causing office drama again. We just want something so simple. We want human connection and honesty and to be bored with someone else instead of bored alone." zarazaramp3's tags say #yeah......... #on humanity]
[bakwaaas posts "when I was younger, I used to think true love was tumultuous and intense. but now, I feel like real love is gentle. passionate in a soft, sweet way. not fireworks and drama, but a love that's like coming home, the breeze on a still summer day. a balm to the aches of the world."]
[mrspider posts "something sad but also kind of sweet ive noticed about human trait mirroring (i.e. seeing someone regularly preform a physical or verbal action and adapting it as your own) is that even years after a person has stopped being in my life theyve still left pieces of themself within me. i still smile and wave like my childhood best friend did. i still pull my shirts up to cover my face when im embarrassed because my favorite college roommate did that. ive learned how to be a human being through all those around me, and those after me will likely learn the same way too." They reblog with a screenshot of a comment by kitterel which says "its kinda cute i can trace the trail of saying 'indeed' in a specific silly voice from my brother to me to my friend to her little sister who has never met my brother.... we're all just connected by strings we can't see innit".]
[lesbiancolumbo posts an image of text which says "Sometimes human connection isn't that complicated. Sometimes it's just about stepping back and asking the other person: What do I mean to you? What do you see in me? Why do you think we landed here?
Most people think that love follows some triumphant story line: You meet and you're in love and everything unfolds according to plan. But love is just two imperfect people, feeling their way in the dark together. Love is a calamity. You fall in love, and it turns out the person you're with is deeply flawed. You fall in love, and it turns out you are deeply flawed. You think that means nothing is magical anymore, but it really means that the magic has just begun.
This is not the end of a love story. This is the very beginning." They then say "having a lot of thoughts about this week's ask polly".]
[A post with the name cropped out. It is a photo of an annotated page which says "Walking home, for a moment/you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It's unendurable, unendurable." The post credits this as "Franz Wright, from "East Boston, 1996; Night Walk," in God's Silence".]