𝓛𝓸𝓴𝓲

All And More.

[lotsofkn1ves]

the boy who gathered stars

[hellenhighwater]

Hey everyone needs to look at this, it's gorgeous

[thecollectibles]

Art by Ahad

[thecollectibles]

Color Practice by Shuhao jiang

[geryone]

Dog Woman, Chris Abani

[thecollectibles]

Art by Milica Mastelica

[sacred-portal]

[ferrralit]

[whitedogblog]

Heathers of Pentlands, Scotland

[bestiolin]

[geryone]

Jordan Schiffer

[diariodeunpoeta]

[dreamy-xo-deactivated20260209]

i think ive moved beyond yearning into something even more humiliating

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.

[mv11]

لا تكرر حديثك عن شعورك .. مرتين

[kosmogrl]

[kosmogrl]

[thevampireofthebluemoon]

I think as long as you're juggling multiple interests, it becomes very hard to excel in one. As a result, you might experience severe imposter syndrome—maybe there are polymaths, but frankly, I've only ever read about them or watched clickbait YouTube videos about them. I've never met one. All the people that I personally respect and adore are those who have dedicated themselves to a single subject matter. Love is a myopia in your vision.

[thevampireofthebluemoon]

Maybe that's all love really is: to have eyes for someone and only them. It's a myopia in your vision.

[thevampireofthebluemoon]

And this applies to everything—people, interests, stories, whatnot. I think people too are ultimately stories. I've never been interested in small talk; I have no particular interest in you. I do, however, care deeply about your story—what makes you you: the experiences that have shaped you, the people that have wronged you, the gods that have damned you. What mark is that on your hand? Or where did you learn to talk like that, or say that word?

But paradoxically, your story and you are not different—you are your story. The two can only exist. But let’s say there was a machine that could separate you and your story—a desynthesizer of sorts—I’d probably pick your story over you. I’d probably watch a month-long movie of every formative experience you’ve ever had, and then I’d just look at you from a distance, knowing the why behind your every decision. I’d be a pseudogod of sorts, and I would know why you talk the way you do and walk the way you do. Above all else, I’d know you.

[thecollectibles]

Art by Shinsyl