trying on a metaphor
will byers stan first human second
DEAR READER
Game of Thrones Daily
No title available
dirt enthusiast
titsay
Sweet Seals For You, Always
if i look back, i am lost
ellievsbear
izzy's playlists!
Show & Tell
🪼
tumblr dot com
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Love Begins
KIROKAZE
taylor price
Kiana Khansmith
seen from India
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Brunei
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Singapore
seen from Brunei
@walshisaweedbrain
the great divide is like what if you stayed and it haunted you and what if you left and it haunted you and what if you came back and it haunted you
to live is to be haunted by our deep past lives and the lives of yesterday and the thought of our lives tomorrow
CLANCY'S STORY x "A CAR, A TORCH, A DEATH"
"i knew my skin that wrapped my frame wasn't made to play this game and then i saw him, torch in hand he laid it out, what he had planned and then i said, "i'll take the grave please, just send them all my way"
Being in your twenties is feeling like time is running out / wanting to do something with your life but not knowing what / is like falling in love and not knowing whether it will last / because the last time it didn’t / is getting pangs of emotions you thought you’d left behind when you turned 19 / is rewatching cartoons at 1am and realising you missed so many of the jokes as a kid / is romanticising tiny apartments / or any space to call your own / is reaching out to old friends / with no good excuse / is getting on a plane for a second chance / and finally forgiving because now you understand / is unravelling and not knowing if it means you’ll disappear / and losing faith and believing in fate and whispering clichés, head pressed into a pillow one weekend, hoping
new environments are necessary.. even more for a creative soul.
tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it
this is one of my favorite bits about tumblr
the users seem to actually prefer text posts to anything else, and treat it as a chore to play a video especially with sound
Personal Commission featuring a badass and tired Yelena Belova
Oh sun, where have you been?
thinking about edvard munch's "The Sun" (1911)
like yeah thats how it feels. thats what it feels like to exist sometimes. he gets it
MARELLA'S 12TH TUMBLR ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION special gifset for @useragarfield 🎁
'Cupboard Love' in The Kitchen: Essays on Food and Life, Ella Risbridger
that kindled her, she lighted up
Lila's love for learning and Lila's love for people in her life are identical and come from the same place. This is rather unusual and she is consistently transformed into something either less or more than human for it. She is made out to be less than human when her love for people more closely resembles love one might have for an idea or a book or a city. She is made out to be more than human when her love for learning more closely resembles love for a person in its intensity, dedication and passion. Both of these things inspire a fascination that turns sour in others who in return want to make this part of Lila dissappear. It's only with Enzo that she gets to be this way, not only without having it be a bad thing, but also having it be something that she can share and enjoy in the presence of the other.
"How to remain at the height of this month, linger for a moment in this August-before-September vertigo?"
The Easy Life by Marguerite Duras, translated by Olivia Baes and Emma Ramadan
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.
whenever i read a memoir i’m like how did you remember all that
“You will always struggle with not feeling productive until you accept that your own joy can be something you produce. It is not the only thing you will make, nor should it be, but it is something valuable and beautiful.”
— Hank Green, A Beautifully Foolish Endeavor
If you had five billion you could hop from job to job, calling entitled customers idiots all across your city, putting the fear of You into every shithead in town until people become afraid to be rude to servers and cashiers, lest you emerge from the back room like some kind of manners-enforcing specter
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence (1928)
