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titsay

roma★
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell
Acquired Stardust
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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sheepfilms

Love Begins

Kaledo Art
occasionally subtle
Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON

Discoholic 🪩
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@trans-brarian
when richard siken said “it keeps coming back to that: what do i do with these hands?” and when mitski said “i don't know what to do without you, i don't know where to put my hands” and when olivia gatwood said “what am i, if not yours? what do i do with my hands when they are just hands?” and when sylvia plath said “what did my fingers do before they held him? what did my heart do, with its love?”
coalesce
i think maybe i was put on this earth to sit on hold on the phone for long periods of time
my esteemed rival,
my beloved nemesis,
dearly detested,
Miriam Cahn, 2013
the dream thieves, maggie stiefvater // townie, mitski // the good fight, ada limón // real love, big thief
richard siken, “the language of the birds” / chris schoonover / nikki giovanni, “hands: for mother’s day” / alda merini, “antique lyric” / denis sarazhin / mary ruefle
We are very lonely and that’s all right. We never have a light, not even ghosts approach us. And if we did: what would we do with light?
Bertolt Brecht, from “O you great trees” (tr. by Tom Kuhn & David Constantine)
booty shorts that say “god won’t let me die” on the ass
happy valentines to toxic people only
So much of what is “cringe” is just… earnest.
what if you made an honest expression of genuine human emotion and someone saw it!
Do not ask questions about longing. Look in my face.
Rumi, from “Burnt Kabob,” A Year with Rumi: Daily Readings (HarperOne, 2006)
IT CHAPTER TWO (2019) dir. Andy Muschietti
natalie diaz, from postcolonial love poem; “my brother, my wound” / (x) / anne carson from the beauty of the husband; “i dedicate this book to keats”