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I WANT YOU TO BE MINE. SELFISHLY, THOUGHTLESSLY, MINE

@vaitiolo ; // “Orpheus and Eurydice”, by Virgil; // H.G. Wells, from a letter to Rebecca West (w. April, 1913); // “No, I don’t miss the dissipated night’s”, by Alexander Pushkin (tr. by D.M. Thomas) (1832); // “Blue is the Warmest Color”, by Ghalia Lacroix (2013); // “The Voyage Out”, by Virginia Woolf (1915); // Virgina Woolf; // “Soft Human”, by Emery Allen (2019)

eagans

it comes and goes in waves

letallthetrashraindown

how lucky i am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard

sowedpearls

fandom-trash-goblin

we've got a life to love living.

teaboot

advice that has literally saved and improved my life

angstandhappiness

Neat

nuclearfaggot

im asking you to stay here. i cannot tell you why, i dont have any other reason except i want to see you here. i want to see you as happy as you can be. please, do what you can to stay. to find happiness wherever you can. i know that it is selfish of my to ask this. but i’m asking you anyway. take care of yourself. if not for yourself, then for me

ruhaniya

"for you, i would" is such a gentle and sweet love language like no maybe i wouldn't usually do this but i would love to do it if it would make you happy.

swirlingyouintomypoems

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

@dog-teeth/nobody - mitski/@ lilrainpoety on instagram/little weirds - jenny slate/@blossomfully/@chaandajaan/strawberry blond - mitski/wishbone - richard siken/salt - salma deera/unable to find a source/mia hollow/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath/nobody - mitski/crush - richard siken

mynowherenothing

When carrie bradshaw said your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing

boycritter

maybe i like my tech a little bit inconvenient

boycritter

maybe i like pulling out my debit card instead of using apple pay. maybe i like untangling my wired headphones. maybe i like typing something into the search bar instead of using siri or whatever. maybe i like curating my own social media feeds over an algorithm. i just don’t think everything has to be perfectly streamlined and efficient i like it when things feel tethered to the real world.

feral-ballad

Zehra Naqvi, from The Knot of My Tongue: Poems and Prose; “Dear Baba”

[Text ID: “maybe we are each other’s homes, maybe that is enough. / maybe we hold each other across oceans and speak tenderness in our broken languages.”]