[free-my-mindd]

James Baldwin knew love

[tinyuglyworld]

"Girls of Many Lands" - cigarette cards issues by Major & Drapkin Co. in 1929

[nothingbutloveforyou]

i think waiting together is a love language. wait for the train with me, so we can talk a little longer. wait for dinner with me, we can slow dance in the kitchen. wait for me until i can talk after crying my eyes out, hold me, we will figure it out. wait for me when it gets rough, i know i can get through this (with you). wait for me in the car, this song is too good to not finish listening to it. wait for the first snow with me, cold red noses and bright eyes. lets wait for each other, i love you.

[jstor]

The twelve astrological signs of the zodiac, by an unidentified 19th-century Persian artist. From the Wellcome Collection on JSTOR, which never ceases to amaze us. Free and open to all! Creative Commons: Attribution

[trappedinmyclit]

idk how to flirt. Best I can do is stare at you lovingly with my brown eyes

[ethelcainlovebot]

- Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

[forestgreenlesbian]

alessandro teoldi

[yan-wo]

The Conference of the Birds, Persian Manuscript, circa 1600; Safavid Iran (Isfahan)

[ruhlare]

it feels like i am running away from the world but at the same time i am searching for a home

[pussymargiela]

[valtsv]

it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow

[valtsv]

it's rotten work but decay is an essential part of the cycle of death and rebirth

[petalsinfall]

[mindflamer]

there is still time. there is still time. until your bones are in the fucking ground there is still time.

[flowrrs4u]

I am good. I am loved.

[dogrotpdf]

how’s that house that raised you?

[metamorphesque]

haiku #15, tathev simonyan

[gaycommunist]

actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.