ugh

to leave something of sweetness & substance in the mouth of the world. she/they

[winkysztar]

[metalegg]

Last days in this house where I’ve been very happy

[lamignonette]

[vibrantessence]

[perriaeyjeve]

[letmesleeponu4sumtime]

Sheet refresh. I’m sleeping fantastic tonight

[perriaeyjeve]

[firstfullmoon]

Something big happens. Something bigger than you. My mother marches at a student protest in 1984, wearing suede boots, the sun rising over the mountain. Or, seventy years earlier, Kafka wakes up and learns that Franz Ferdinand was assassinated. Sunlight moves through the water glass on the nightstand. God comes down to Moses and tells him to refuse to golden calf, to take his children out of Egypt. My great-great-grand-father leaves his tribe on the Iranian border and settles in Afghanistan and says the Shahada. A whistleblower sits in a courtroom, his gaze turned towards a blue book that contains the sentence that will define his fate. Trials are held. The world spins. We send rockets into space, robots that take pictures of planets we have never been to. We write down the law, we amend it, and we define who is good, who bad. Documents are classified, hidden for years. Exile. War. Terrorism. A girl brushes her hair and plants a bomb in a café in Algeria. I felt no regrets. I did it for my people, she will say from her prison cell. Apokalypsis, which means revelation: the bride removing the veil, turning her face in the direction of the grainy wind. Sand fluttering in her eyes. You watch the news; everything you feared is true: They hate us. You belong, you understand, to the others. You think of Celan’s “Todesfuge,” the image of graves in the sky. You think of Palestine. And then, as always, there is loneliness. A loneliness as old as your childhood.

— Aria Aber, Good Girl

[perriaeyjeve]

[mournfulroses]

Li Qingzhao, from a poem titled "Late Spring," featured in The Complete Poems of Li Qingzhao

[vangoghcore]

by home_of_blossom

[ruhaniya]

i am a lover first and absolutely insane second

[positivelyqueer]

You've gotta have good biodiversity in your reasons for not killing yourself. Rotate them out like crops when the yield gets low and the soil poor. We're mixing our metaphors. Whatever helps it stick.

You like warm blankets. You like the sound of birdsong. You have a pet that needs taking care of. You have someone to outlive. You have a loved one. You think death would be boring. It's coming for you anyway. Death is patient. When was the last time you had cake? Your favourite musician is going on tour. Or maybe just a halfway decent band at your local bar. You've never seen an elephant. Isn't it amazing that the sky is blue? Aging is a gift not afforded to most. Don't let the bastard grind you down. You can't mend any suffering in the world with your death. You want to see if you can grow herbs on your windowsill. Killing yourself seems like so much effort. What does tiramisu taste like? You're trying to be curious. You're angry and spiteful. What you want more than to die is to rest. This sandwich is so good you don't want to die. Not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody, anybody who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. A stranger on the internet is holding their hand out and asking.

[draconym]

You haven't finished that book. It's almost strawberry season. There's a chrysalis on the porch that should open soon. There are pastries you've never tried. It's going to be sunny tomorrow. You're going to look very distinguished with gray hair. You have to outlive him. There aren't any easy ways to die. Your package is supposed to arrive on Friday. There are people who will love you that you haven't met yet.

[ruhlare]

something so intimate about handmade stuff, handmade bread, handmade presents, or handwritten letters, in general intimacy and tenderness are stored in hands, in holding hands and playing with each other's fingers, warming each other's hands...

[kosmogrl]

hey so can somebody please do something about all of this

[aidashakur]

Your partner actually LIKING you as a friend is important. Romantic love is not enough.

[another-superstition-deactivate]

Morning spooning when you’re both still half asleep, gently reaching for each other, with light little kisses and intertwined fingers.