[romcommunist]

is there something in the movies? | samia

[kulusevski]

society is so fucked up abba should be way bigger than the beatles 

[hustlerose]

in the club barking really loud because im scared

[dogmotifs]

a reflection on may;

[bright-eyed]

“And so the Shortest Day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive. And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake They shouted, revelling. Through all the frosty ages you can hear them Echoing behind us - listen! All the long echoes, sing the same delight, This Shortest Day, As promise wakens in the sleeping land: They carol, feast, give thanks, And dearly love their friends, And hope for peace. And now so do we, here, now, This year and every year.”

— Susan Cooper, The Shortest Day (via terpsikeraunos)

[v-70]

[mallodrama]

[pointnclickadventures]

Fact: If u strike a capybara it will break into a cluster of guinea pigs

[beatlesweatles]

Another fact: if you strike a capybara I will personally hunt you for sport

[peoplehood-deactivated20211003]

silent girl september… sleepy girl september… solitary girl september…

[girloikawa]

so much talk about love in the kitchen... what about the kitchen breakdowns

[girloikawa]

i am talking about baking at ungodly hours because you can’t sleep. i am talking about sitting on the kitchen floor sobbing. i am talking about staring into the fridge or the cabinets for minutes, there is nothing to eat and it makes you upset. i am talking about cooking at the stove, and then you’re wondering what it feels like for someone to wrap their arms around you from behind, and then you’re crying. i am talking about dishes upon dishes piled up in the sink. i am talking about eating on the floor. i am talking about the moment you realize that cooking for one stopped being efficient and started feeling agonizing. i am talking about mumbling to yourself in the kitchen and crying to yourself in the kitchen and when there’s only yourself in the kitchen

[girloikawa]

this

[oldpaintings]

Orestes Pursued by the Furies, 1921 by John Singer Sargent (American, 1856–1925)

[amygdalae]

*blasts you with my bisexual lightning*

[amygdalae]

[tottoteruri-deactivated20211110]

ladys and gentlemen… please rise for our national anthem… body crazy curvy wavy big titties lil waist body ody ody ody ody ody ody ody

[gaycommunist]

growing apart (maybe in another life)

“p.s. i still love you” jenny han // hanif kureishi “intimacy and midnight all day: a novel and stories” // andrew wyeth “breakup”, 1994 // kevin wilson “nothing to see here” // sue zhao // christa wolf “cassandra: a novel and four essays” // zhiyong jing “the longing in your heart”, 2019 // frank ocean “white ferrari” // @wickleg

[coyotepack-official]

[catcrumb]

[markgraysn]

on purpose. I love you on purpose.

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo / the swan no. 3 / euripides (trans. anne carson) / reassurance