— Time passing isn’t an apology. (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
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— Time passing isn’t an apology. (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Sonya Vatomsky, from a poem titled "Spring Flowers," featured in Salt Is for Curing, publ. in 2015
how’s that house that raised you?
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.
This
"It's just a TV show" maybe to you. I absorbed it into my soul though.
I would have kept choosing you forever but you made me choose myself.
k.b. // by @/brennenbeckwith - tiktok
I think sometimes a woman wants to fantasize about a big strong man who will protect her and sometimes she wants a sad, scared wet puppy of a man that she can protect and sometimes both of these men are the same person
So basically.
— LYDIA DAVIS
Still keeping the dog hair safe with me
(this scene is why I watch this movie on Valentine's Day every year)
The Birdcage (1996)
Actually, you are enough. Even if you don’t work. Or study. Or go out. Or have friends. Or have family. You’re enough because you exist and your existence is enough to be enough because you are not a product. You are not a sum of output. You are not a task to complete. But because you are something the universe wanted and put here even if you’ll never understand why. Somewhere in the cosmos your existence makes a difference, even if it’s not the way others existences do.
This healed something in me.
i remember learning the word melancholy at age 7 or something and thinking oh this word's gonna be huge for me
All cookie dough is “edible cookie dough” if you’re not a fucking pussy
Mutuals every time we’re all online this is what we’re doing