*winks at the sky* for the aliens
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*winks at the sky* for the aliens
Vicente Huidobro, from The Poet Is a Little God: Creationist Verse (English and Spanish Edition) translated by Jorge García-Góme; “Star”
Text ID: But you / You alone / Are the star on my ceiling / I gaze upon the stray memories of you
May you attract people who want more for you, not from you.
I think the hottest thing a woman can be is a weirdo
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1912, featured in Letters To Felice
lover girl despite all the trauma
saying my name is so intimate why would you do that to me
Want you in the passenger seat tipsy singing love songs to me.
missionary so you can look at my face while i feel every single inch of you >>>>>>>>
William Morris, from a poem titled "September," featured in Poems by the Way, originally published in 1891
thinking abt that specific type of intimacy from being in someone’s bedroom for the first time, & you’re poking around their items, & they’re reclined backwards on their bed telling you all the little stories while they follow you around the room with their eyes, & you feel it
I have decided that I am incompatible with this reality. Meet me in a parallel universe.
there’s a line between empathy and self-erasure, and it’s hard to find when the boundary between you and others has always been blurred. hypervigilance wears the mask of compassion. you help because you were taught, explicitly or not, that your worth lives in your usefulness. that if you are not needed, you are nothing. this is the foundation of enmeshment, when love is earned through function.
Lina, you are not their therapist. you are tired.
It's my 14 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳