myliujura

i hope to attend to my death, late, in love and a little drunk

[enchantedbook]

Νereids worshipping the Moon by Moritz Von Schwind (1804-1871)

[theonlyblackcat]

us people

always worshipping

something we cant reach

someone we dont know

[calamitys-child]

I think the best most human thing in the world is strangers doing a silly thing together

[theonlyblackcat]

i didn’t fight so hard against myself to be here, so you could come and make me regret it

[shisasan]

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID. October 4. I feel restless and vicious. END ID]

[theonlyblackcat]

its october 10th and i still feel like it

[theonlyblackcat]

what was lost

doesnt always need to be found

read that again

and move on

[theonlyblackcat]

you cannot save someone

who doesnt want

to be saved

no matter how much you want

[theonlyblackcat]

every sun ray that lays on me is your golden reflection from above

[theonlyblackcat]

my life has been sounding like the silver soul by the beach house ever since i lost your golden soul

[gacougnol]

Manon Weiser

[theonlyblackcat]

this how i feel to myself

[feral-ballad]

Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Jess”

[Text ID: “I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.”]

[theonlyblackcat]

and art IS supposed to make you uncomfortable

[theonlyblackcat]

kamaniu silelis season is now open

[theonlyblackcat]

i used to love change, but now there’s so much, i cant even recognise it

[emosoul]

They pick someone else, and I'm suddenly 13 again in a friend group where I was always the last option, not invited anywhere and left in the shadows, shutting down, waiting for the lump in my throat to fade.

[theonlyblackcat]

you are literally in the elite class chat!🤨🤍

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “The way I was taught to love”

[Text ID: “Half daughter, / half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.”]

[theonlyblackcat]

how do i live now if im scared that im ruining my tomorrow

[theonlyblackcat]

i dont want to take photos at the moment but im afraid to forget it

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[theonlyblackcat]

the only loss i want to feel ever again: