wonderland

[moosiala-deactivated20250927]

when noah kahan said "i hope this pain's just passing through" and "someday i'm gonna be somebody people want" and when he said "i'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them" and "i'm in the business of losing your interest and i turn a profit each time that we speak" and "i'm terrified that i might never have met me" and "i saw the end it looked just like the middle" and when he said "now the pain's different it still exists it just escapes different"

[perrfectly]

“I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.”

— Kuba Wojewodzki 

[thoughtkick]

“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”

— Franz Kafka

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao

[odilemonoprix]

“Connell is silent again. He leans down and kisses her on the forehead. I would never hurt you, okay? he says. Never. She nods and says nothing. You make me really happy, he says. His hand moves over her hair and he adds: I love you. I’m not just saying that, I really do. Her eyes fill up with tears again and she closes them. Even in memory she will find this moment unbearably intense, and she’s aware of this now, while it’s happening. She has never believed herself fit to be loved by any person. But now she has a new life, of which this is the first moment, and even after many years have passed she will still think: Yes, that was it, the beginning of my life.”

— Sally Rooney, Normal People

[commonplacenook]

“He often makes blithe remarks about things he ‘wishes.’ I wish you didn’t have to go, he says when she’s leaving, or: I wish you could stay the night. If he really wished for any of those things, Marianne knows, then they would happen. Connell always gets what he wants, and then feels sorry for himself when what he wants doesn’t make him happy.”

— Sally Rooney, Normal People

[heartsinsync]

“I’m outrageously loud and painfully shy and it’s difficult finding a balance between the two.”

— contramonte, excerpt from “Self Portrait at 18” (via newcomplex)

[watchoutforintellect]

Forugh Farrokhzad, from a letter to Ebrahim Golestan featured in Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad

[metamorphesque]

Enough, Suzanne Buffam

[primulaceas]

Trista Mateer, “For the One Who Loved My Hands More than Anything Else.” The Dogs I Have Kissed

[resqectable]

“There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.”

— Jack Kerouac; On The Road

[homesickfawn]

either way i don't think i could even move

[girlwave]

glenn dean, landscapes of the west / user @petrichara

[balsambreath]

I thought of texting you “good morning, I can’t sleep” and then I remembered that you are on a journey which I am not a part of and that’s okay but good morning I can’t sleep

[megairea]

Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima Mon Amour (tr. by Richard Seaver), 1959

[lylylylylylylylyly]

people make time for who they want. remember that.

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath