[androidboy]

literally my favorite type of tweet

[bysusannemota]

[gofuckingnuts]

[in-a-day]

[melloncolliegalaxies]

some used to say i had the potential to be something great, like this isn't the case with just anyone, at any point, when we can always be something more than what we were the day before.

some used to say i was smart and my grades were the proof, but it's been years since i've stepped foot into a school and if wisdom is measured in degrees or A's and B's, i haven't had a worthwhile thought since 2016.

some used to say i was sweet, but i think they confused my passive tongue for a candy heart, because some people think you're mean the moment you're not flat like a carpet inviting their stampede.

some used to say i was good, but i find that the standard varies; i'm good when my voice speaks softly and i'm the worst when my words snap like pointed teeth, i tell the mirror "i'm good enough" but my mind shouts back, "hardly."

some used to tell me they loved me, but they eventually stopped and despite how few of us talk, i still study myself to find and fix anything about me that could make loving me wrong.

- "things people used to call me"

[quotemadness]

“I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.”

— Hafiz of Shiraz

[perrfectly]

[ps1]

Ueno Park Manhole Cover

[qvotable]

“I used to build dreams about you.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald // Benediction

[cgcpoems]

“Grief is a circular staircase. I have lost you.”

— from “The Five Stages of Grief” by Linda Pastan, in The Five Stages of Grief

[pinkvanzeppelin]

[perrfectly]

“The bravest thing you could ever do is let someone hurt you and still talk beautiful about them.”

— (hatin)

[kotbonkers]

[nitrogen]

By Łukasz Kuś

[injuries-in-dust]

Source: Instagram

[deepvoidchaos]

:0

[science]

[i-was-today-years-old-when]

i learned that Pink Floyd’s The Wall is implied to be an endless loop. The final song, Outside the Wall, ends with the words “Isn’t this where…”, and the album begins with the words “… we came in?” with a continuation of the melody of the last song, hinting at the cyclical nature of Water’s theme (x)