5 am

i get colored by you, my eyes get welled up with blue tears. spring, summer, fall, and winter, always in that same feeling, i want to go back to those days when i didn’t know anything.

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[askebos]

“Stop thinking about saving your fragile face. Tell us your particularized world. Make up a story. Narrative is radical, creating us at the very moment it is being created. We will not blame you if your reach exceeds your grasp. We will not blame you if your words go down in flames and nothing is left but the raw-scald. We will not blame you if, with the reticence of a surgeon’s hands, your words suture only the red places where blood might flow. We will not blame you because we know you can never do it properly: once and for all. Passion is never enough. Talent is never enough. Skill is never enough. But try. For our sake and yours. So. Forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don’t tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief’s wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear’s caul. You, so blessed with occasional blindness, can speak the language that tells us what only language can: how to see without pictures. We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”

— Toni Morrison, The Nobel Lecture In Literature, 1993

[petaltexturedskies]

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

Susan Sontag, On Photography (originally published in 1977)

[wiiwheel]

Everyone is bloomscrolling in my beautiful internet garden

[florial]

[noonwalkdiary]

i was so fucking sad when i was 14 and now when i fold my laundry or see a pool of moonlight on the floor of my bedroom i know that miracles exist. i see love in everything. love sees everything in me too

[metamorphesque]

It’s strange to think that long before I had a name or a heartbeat, I existed in some shadowed, elemental way. Women are born with all the eggs they'll ever have, and these begin forming while they're still in the womb. So when my mother was just a fetus, the egg that would become me was already inside her. That means my grandmother carried not just my mother, but the beginning of me as well. For a fleeting moment, the three of use shared one body, and went through life together, layered like nesting dolls.

[caffeinec0nt]

And from a young age, i knew my favorite activity was obsessing over things

[tenderlovingmuse]

sorry i’m late. i was listening to the wind in the trees.

[kosmogrl]

if it makes you happy it’s not stupid. if if makes you happy it’s not pointless.

[55five]

Be a teachable individual YOU DO NOT know everything

[melomaster]

if you look in the mirror right now you'll see a girl who is going to be okay

[louisegluckpdf]

"how am i gonna be an optimist about this?" was actually the craziest thing to have in the chorus of a pop song

[east-of-nowhere]

“Home is where the trees look normal” is the sweetest, saddest, most nostalgic truth I’ve ever heard.

[tastylemonbread]

at work a girl was looking over the tray of donuts and asked me which ones were trending it felt like i was in the matrix

[anonyymoose]

piece of media you feel crazy about at formative age is truly like the hotel california. you can check out but you can never leave

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

one day, you will find yourself being loved by entirely new people and wonder why you were ever worried you’d never find them