yours truly

Athens.

[xbox-nun]

Bro your vibes are epic. Hold my hand

[fangorn-forest]

not enough secret gardens and hidden passageways and bookshelves that open to a mysterious library these days. get working on that girls.

[desireforart-deactivated2015081]

[dafancyuhinspiration]

[hatin]

via wehearit

[eskayp7]

I know I will

[stay-close]

“Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.”

— Reyna Biddy

[metamorphesque]

The relation between nature and human being: Agnieszka Lepka

[theoldestchorusgirlintheworld]

Having sex with someone actually is a big deal and involves a ton of vulnerability and I think it’s extremely troubling and gross and unhealthy and actually exceptionally dangerous that we pretend otherwise and encourage people to “be mature” by compartmentalizing/completely eliminating their deeper human emotions from their sexuality and that any other view is dismissed as prudish and invalid and unenlightened and childish and restrictive. I can’t think about this too much because it makes me rage but I hate how much porn and capitalism have destroyed how we understand and experience sexuality and intimate connections with one another so much.

[stardustemotions-deactivated202]

[cache-e]

“I'm a master at speaking silently, all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Meek One.

[the-oddest-inkling]

Nobody understands the bond between a girl and the mediocre book she read when she was 13 years old.

[flowerytale]

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947

[theoptia]

Marguerite Duras, from The Lover

Text ID: to devour and be devoured,

[cottaegecore]

when you start reading again and it's like oh. oh . the sun actually does still shine.

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Kim Visda, from “For Lack Of A Better Poem.”

[soracities]

i'm a simple girl: i see sunlight on the water, i find god

[soracities]

i hear the laugh of someone i love, i find god. the setting sun fills my room, i find god. i eat fresh strawberries off the vine, i find god. someone rests their head on my shoulder, i find god.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Lips of honey, eyes of fire.”

— Meleager, tr. by Peter Whigham, from Greek Anthology; “Epigrams,”