GOOD INTENTIONS

[asoftwrongness]

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[saintsebastiensbf]

ur early 20s are about being obsessed with kindness and mary oliver and seasonal fruits and recreating comfort foods you ate as a child and learning how to love and crying because you have no choice but to live the life before you and finding god on the bus back from the grocery store

[loverslaundry-deactivated202201]

every august its like. u will feel happy but also unbearably sad

[satyriconmp3]

actually being out in public is like i am normal i am off-putting everyone is in love with me i am invisible i am going to die alone wow we are a community peace and love on planet earth i am going to get mugged etc.

[butlookwhathappenedtothecook]

[glumshoe]

I heard too many sounds at once and now I am a bitch

[myspacebabe2007-deactivated2021]

Me

[disordersofresonanceandairflow]

yes I do the sulking yes I do the seething

[heavensghost]

I wouldn’t call myself quirky but there is definitely something wrong with me

[remnantglow]

cant stop thinking abt ursula k. le guin’s essay abt the carrier bag theory….. she’s like, maybe the first human tool was not a weapon, but rather something that holds, a bag, a pouch, a vessel, something for gathering and storing and sharing. let’s shift the narrative of humanity from that of violence to that of safekeeping. and i’m like

[remnantglow]

and THEN she’s like, a novel is also a carrier bag. there’s the Hero’s story, sure, but there’s room enough in fiction for every experience, for every little thing, and it’s that other story, the life story, that she seeks……. o|-<

[remnantglow]

turns out the entire essay is online (thanks, Anarchist Library) and i really can’t recommend it enough

[rem-ir]

[podencos]

[distantvoices]

Rufane Tomas by  Frederico Martins for Vogue Portugal

[aridante]

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and i don’t want the world to see me, ‘cause i don’t think that they’d understand.

[dagatesofheaven]

help ! i was vulnerable and i can’t take it back !!

[verifiedaccount]

i’m smart-passing

[fragmentarie]

“I was looking for a love unlike my parents’ love or my sister’s love or the love on a foreign kitchen floor. I wanted my own kitchen to keep clean and full of bread and milk and hot sauce and a big clean empty sink where I could wash my dishes. I wanted to forgive my mother and father for their misery and find myself a light man who lived buoyantly and to be both his light and his dark, serious baby.”

— Rebecca Dinerstein, The Sunlit Night

[ryebreadgf]

these make me so happy 🥺