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diya || 27, she/her in love with the alphabet the whole world is my home

[angelbumbum]

i love bookstores. i love public libraries. i love being surrounded by books so so much

[medusadyke]

academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches

[weltenwellen]

Jennifer Chang, from "Dialogues (Against Literature)"

[sadclowncentral]

(grabs you by the shoulders) you have to make room for new experiences in your life. you have to go through the unpleasant work of leaving your comfort zone, even if just for a few minutes at a time. because if you don't, your brain will trick you into stagnation. you will start to believe that the world can barely fit you in it. but that's not true. it's the opposite way around. you can fit the whole word inside of you. your task is only this: to welcome it with open arms

[radicalgraff]

Trump’s golf course in Turnberry, Scotland was vandalized overnight by Palestine solidarity activists.

[kossithmercar]

Oh no, oh no, he is seducing me with his deep passion for his field of study and his genuine joy at teaching people about it

[orions-shiny-belt]

The blue underline in Google docs is the bane of my existence. Sorry I phrased something in a way that conveys the emotion, image, and syntax I wanted instead of adhering to grammar guidelines should I kill myself

[augustinewrites]

i don’t know about all of you but jjk ended after the baseball game

[whimsybrain]

You pour orange juice into a glass. The glass can only hold so much orange juice. But as juice is poured from the much larger carton into the much smaller glass, there is a stream that connects the glass-juice to the carton-juice, and in that moment the glass and the carton are holding the total amount of juice in tandem; almost as if, for a breath, they and the air between them become a singular container. When I am filled with love (orange juice), I am the glass.

[lunamonchtuna]

— Amal El-Mohtar, from This Is How You Lose the Time War (via lunamonchtuna)

[arttwmis-deactivated20231118]

Sunshine, sunshine protector and lesbian who ships them

[t4tstarvingdog]

*through gritted teeth* every day i choose to be kind *barely restraining myself from violence* i choose to have compassion *tamping down the vicious bloodlust inside me* i choose to care and to be kind and to love

[hopepunk-humanity]

So I went to an art exhibit recently, a collection of Native American art from pre-colonial times to the present. As you might guess, there were a few pieces whose artist was lost to time or erased. But instead of the usual “artist unknown” credit, the curators instead chose to label the artists as “Name Once Known”.

I think that’s amazing. It says, “we don’t know your name any longer; we’ll never know who you were, exactly. But you were a person once, and you mattered. You had a name, and you were loved, you had a life, and you made this art. And that means something. Your name was once known.”

[miraculouspaon]

“S2 wasted the chemistry between the leads" look I don’t know what YOU wanted out of Bridgerton but what I wanted was eight episodes of gratuitous eye fucking set to orchestral covers of pop songs that go way too hard and by god I got it

[barondraxum]

my favorite emotion is when someone does something kinda foolish and all you can say is “i love you” in response

[tastlesscoffee]

so you’re telling me that i’m supposed to be finding love in a generation where nobody says things like “you’ve bewitched me, body and soul” ??!?!?!??

[reflections-reflections]

Richard Siken-Crush//Holly Warburton-Making Amends (Panel-2)//Richard Siken-Boot Theory//Olivia Gatwood-The Lover As A Cult//Pinterest//Sylvia Plath-Three Women//Mitski-Francis Forever//Pinterest//Clarice Lispector-The Passion According to G.H.//Pride and Prejudice (2005)