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“And perhaps it is the greater grief,

after all,

to be left on earth

when the other is gone,

Do you think?”

“Perhaps,”

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

pointnclick

does anyone else remember grass. the warmth of the sun

pointnclick

winter makes me feel like the guys at the of the lotr. do you remember the taste of strawberries mr. frodo

justlifewelle

This must be worth it. Otherwise, all that pain was just rehearsal for nothing.

academic-vampire

𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶

vtasdora

Tristan and Isolde (Death) - Rogelio de Egusquiza

alchemicalcodes

Anaïs Nin

metamorphesque

― Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories

[text ID: It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four.]

local-deadpoet-deactivated20260

drug of choice? english teachers complimenting my writing.

dandylion-s

Bastille was right. How am I gonna be an optimist about this. Also right about eh eho eho.

antigonick

“—I conversed with you in a dream”

— Sappho, If Not, Winter (tr. by Anne Carson)

the-night-flovver

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥? 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞." — 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐯

inkcoveredpoet

22/7/25

petaltexturedskies

Virginia Woolf in a diary entry dated 18 August 1921, from A Writer's Diary

boycritter

maybe i like my tech a little bit inconvenient

boycritter

maybe i like pulling out my debit card instead of using apple pay. maybe i like untangling my wired headphones. maybe i like typing something into the search bar instead of using siri or whatever. maybe i like curating my own social media feeds over an algorithm. i just don’t think everything has to be perfectly streamlined and efficient i like it when things feel tethered to the real world.