blue moon girl

19 and on fire // are there still beautiful things?

[llovelymoonn]

rachel kushner the mars room

kofi

[geryone]

Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency, Chen Chen

[blackmetalfaerie]

Cats being instructed in the art of mouse catching by an owl — Lombard school (oil on canvas, within a painted lunette, c.1700

[tswiftbnw]

Taylor Swift attends the Republic Records MTV VMA 2022 after party at the Fleur Room in Chelsea on August 29, 2022 in New York City.  

[sadswaggynerdyfrog]

My legs are numb and pinned to the bed and my heart keeps skipping beats and I’ve stayed up way more than I should have. And I seem to have been so blind because I’ve been unknowingly suffocating behind rose coloured glass and for once I cannot touch it, I cannot find the core, the rotten womb that gave birth to this watery disgust and nausea. I must confess I am obsessive and I will go to great length just to count your breaths or overhear your conversation or see how you slip on your shirt. I am obsessive and my body cannot contain me and I am made up of more irrationalities than I am made up of myself. I think I’ve crossed all boundaries of what is human and I’ve immersed myself in this vain search for equal intimacy and possession. I must confess I am ill and I do not deserve to exist as a sane person. I do not deserve to eat food out of a plate or wake up and get dressed and take the bus to work or college. I do not deserve to walk on cold bathroom tiles or water plants. I am meant to stick to another body, to lose any meaning of the self, to commit the most horrendous immoral acts, to show that I am no good and that any good I ever did was to be reached and dissected and to have someone spill themselves on me. I am not meant for what I like but I’m afraid I don’t hate what I’m meant for, searching for your Achilles heel and stabbing it and digging in it and thinking that I am giving and caring when I wipe the blood and wrap it up and kiss you on your upper lip and collar bones. I must confess. I am nostalgic and longing, I remember more than I live, I am memories and visual descriptions and sounds yet I’ve never heard any of it and I’ve never seen any of it and I’m afraid I’ve never existed everywhere. I’m afraid I long for what I’ve never had and I see myself sitting on a seat in an picture taken before I was born but I tell myself that seat is mine, that bus drove me here but I know I am nowhere to be found. There is no thrill like the thrill of going hysterical, of existing like an empty jar, ringing and echoing whenever you are touched yet never being able to touch back.

[tordenvejr]

why are you repeating a pattern you want no part in? remember who you are.

[paper-fairy]

“I had the lonely child’s habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued. I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life.”

— George Orwell, Why I Write 

[weltenwellen]

Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World

[taylorswiftarthistories]

Landscape Background by George Catlin, 1846 / "the 1" by Taylor Swift

[odinsblog]

I am always humbled and very deeply impressed whenever common, ordinary, everyday people risk their wellbeing to protest corrupt governments, whether those governments be American, British, Israeli, Chinese or Russian. Protesters might make their dissent look easy, but I know that defiantly standing up for what’s right always, always, always, always comes at great personal risk. Always. 🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦

👉🏿 https://news.yahoo.com/russian-activists-journalists-targeted-putin-121223629.html

[andhumanslovedstories]

Do I even have real emotions or do I just have a menstrual cycle

[andhumanslovedstories]

Sometimes I get very despondent about how many of the emotions that distress me so much are seemingly just the results of like hormones and hunger and being sleepy. Like it feels like sometimes the things I feel so deeply aren’t even “real”. And other times I take a great amount of comforting at looking at my own despair and being like “shut up, you’re literally just bloating”

[pissvortex]

uncritical support for chelsea manning cucking elon musk

[gaycommunist]

there’s a wound running through you and you keep clawing at it

“ask polly: help! i’m the loneliest person in the world!” heather havrilesky // daughter // juansen dizon // valzhyna mort “a song for a raised voice and a screwdriver” // sue zhao @blossomfully // @malewifegirlboss on tiktok // margaret atwood // also amparán “glossary for what you left unsaid” // georges bataille “ecstasy” // sophocles

[sunset-inaframe]

[sunset-inaframe]

[inferior]

Sugar

[anancientheart]

do you know how to fill a void? sometimes i feel empty inside and the feeling does not go away

I don’t think you need to do things with the intention of filling the void but instead do things with the intention of bringing yourself joy and meaning. If you can focus on experiencing good things as fully as you can that will take you away from the emptiness. Voids fill up in their own time while you are giving yourself love. Emptiness is not always a bad thing. It has something to teach you if you can listen every once in a while and be still with it, meet it, write with it. Have a conversation with this emptiness. Then treat yourself to openness with life, something new, something gentle. Even a small thing. Fill yourself up with lots of small loves for the world.