before all of the winds of regret and mistrust

heloisa. 25. i write some love poems i never share

[knifefightscene]

marriage before thirties is so insane because you're barely a person yet

[knifefightscene]

divorce before thirties however is chic beyond comprehension

[itsnotwhatimlike]

embarrassment has good bones

[louisegluckpdf]

painting this on the ceiling above my bed so it's the first thing i see upon waking in the morning and the last thing i see before falling asleep at night

[whichcouldmeanothing]

SEVERANCE 1x06 | 2x09

[suppercutt]

Today I drained myself in the ocean

I went deeper and deeper as my lungs

would scream for air

feel everything that I had been

vanishing as my body sunk

I met the living and the dead,

the divine and the pain

I realized I am not scared of death

and maybe that is the scariest of all

so I tried to find it

let all the oxygen go

I went even deeper

just to find out

I was always

supposed to live

without air

and so I live

I am still living

[suppercutt]

I could tell you so much about Love.

About how many times it came crawling to my hands and slipped away, disappeared leaving behind no trace.

How many times my mouth would taste anything but the salt in my tears for days, just because of it. How broken I was searching for that feeling.

I could never learn. I let Love break me and build me. Again and again. But I would never be completely healed, those scars wouldn’t let go of my skin, each one representing one of the bargains I repeatedly made with Love: I would let it break me again if it could rebuild me just one more time.

I could tell you that after all of that, I am done with Love.

But no.

I’m not done.

I will never be done with Love.

I will let it break me. Over and over again.

I will collect the scars it leaves on my skin like trophies, for I am not scared of it anymore.

[hearts-and-hands]

a little life is just like. i love you so much but all the love i have for you, all the love in the world; it can't save me. nothing can. i love you; im sorry. im sorry that you love me. you can't save me.

[jemcore]

*spends time with friends* this is just like a little life!

*cooks a meal* this is just like a little life!

*hosts a house party* this is just like a little life!

*goes to college* this is just like a little life!

*has a trauma flashback* this is just like a li

[micahruiz]

“You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.” — A Little Life, Hanya Yanagihara pg. 689. ft plum tree branch. Pain.

[brokendowmess]

“Who am I? Who am I?”

“You’re Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You’re the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You’re the friend of Malcolm Irvine, of Jean-Baptiste Marion, of Richard Goldfarb, of Andy Contractor, of Lucien Voigt, of Citizen van Straaten, of Rhodes Arrowsmith, of Elijah Kozma, of Phaedra de los Santos, of the Henry Youngs. You’re a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen. You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient. You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way. You’re a lawyer. You’re the chair of the litigation department at Rosen Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it. You’re a mathematician. You’re a logician. You’ve tried to teach me, again and again. You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.” “And who are you?" "I'm Willem Ragnarsson. And I will never let you go.

A Little Life. Hanya Yanagihara

Peter Wever, 1950. Embrace painting

[scoes]

people who are like "oh but you can just buy x thing online" are missing the point. its about the joy and journey

[scoes]

"just find it on amazon" what next. do you want me to throw rocks at babies too

[porcelain-animatronic]

This made me think of the thing Kurt Vonnegut said about buying envelops

[gloomy-draws]

[softestaura]

Alexa Demie.

[charlesoberonn]

That's not how demographics work.

[steakplissken]

It could be if we’re all brave enough

[christinaroseandrews]

So there’s a reason for this.

It has a lot to do with how your brain processes information and right as you’re falling asleep (or standing in the shower) your mind is calmer and can process things more clearly without the stresses of the day.

I’ve been known to tell my co-author that I’m going to go take a nap and then come back later with a bunch of plotholes/problem places solved.

This is why taking breaks works. It lets your brain have the space it needs to work.

[bled]

[mtolympusmemes]

Helen: Being a fine ass women in a world full of fuckboys is the realest struggle I've ever known