Dust by Dorianne Laux

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hello vonnie
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Cosimo Galluzzi
NASA
One Nice Bug Per Day
taylor price
Three Goblin Art
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Game of Thrones Daily
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Keni

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#extradirty

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Dust by Dorianne Laux
this one. fuck this poem.
the years by Alex Dimitrov
𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔫
Joy Sullivan, "Teeth", Instructions for Traveling West
men have one homoerotic rivalry and make it everyones problem for the rest of their life
@lovesdaya
the sarah poems by Ruth Awad
You’re telling me that in a series with the main lesson being the power of love, Harry saving the day with Draco’s wand is supposed to mean nothing????
“all my grief says the same thing: this isn't how it's supposed to be. this isn't how it's supposed to be. and the world laughs. holds my hope by the throat. says: but this is how it is” ― Fortesa Latifi
We're the universes in ourselves with the galaxies of perspectives, stars of thoughts and deep darkness of our true selves which we hide from others and is even incomprehensible to our selves
I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.
— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)
i can't be the only one who's just straight-up ... bored with women hating themselves. my mom keeps lamenting to me how upset she is about her gray hair. my friend stares at her laugh lines every day in agony. my sister loses sleep over the horrible unbearable thought of looking fat. and every time these women i love open up to me, i can't help but think ... then stop staring at yourself? stop drowning yourself, narcissus, and just fucking live your life instead of sitting in front of a mirror obeying cosmetic corporations' lies. just stop it. this is getting ridiculous. you're too smart to be falling for this bullshit. "oh no but these men who hate women told me that if i'm ugly i'm worthless!" girl if you actually believe that then good luck. but i am getting worse at being supportive of people whose nonsense worldviews keep them trapped in pain. stop looking at yourself start fucking living i am pleading you deserve to be happy and it is stupid that you disagree
Someone in the comments said "you really said just stop being insecure" and yes :) make an effort to stop spiralling about your looks, challenge insecure thoughts and stop doing things that lead to you feeling insecure.
I always come back to this: Do your insecurities match your morals?
Do you truly believe that having belly fat makes people disgusting? That the media should have final say on how you feel about yourself? If you don't believe it and there is a mismatch between your moral beliefs and your gut reaction to your appearance...
Then yeah. Stop being insecure. It's work but it's worth it.
all that wanting, right? by Devin Kelly
"I wanted a life to come out of my life, but instead I was left with my life."
Else Fitzgerald, from "Everything Feels Like the End of The World," publ. in 2022