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I love every girl who has ever been called crazy
“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”
— Andrea Gibson
“Come find me hiding in the place I know you’ll look first. Come promise me the world.”
— Andrea Gibson, "Good Light"
being in your twenties is literally so fucking inhumane. and during a pandemic. Oh my god
This is temporary. You have not stagnated. You are not a failure. You will heal, you will recover, you will have a beautiful life. It is waiting for you.
my english prof said today that “literature lets you stare at people” and i loved that….
“Many nights now I have heard the sound of the sea once more, lightly rising and falling on smooth beaches. A voice’s echo shut away in the mind, rising from time; and, too, this persistent crying of gulls; perhaps of tower birds that April is tempting onto the plains. Once you, with that voice, were near me; and I wish now that there could come to you also an echo memory of me, like that dark ocean murmur.”
— Salvatore Quasimodo, from “Again I Hear the Sea,” Complete Poems of Salvatore Quasimodo (Schocken, 1984; first published 1960)
Shanelle Nyasiase by Zee Nunes for Vogue Brazil – December 2018
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my life is a constant cycle of me deciding to get my shit together and me deciding to not give a fuck and giving up
i love that glow u get from minding your own business and letting go of negativity