[stuckinapril]

Honestly it boils down to reparenting yourself & rewiring your own neuronal pathways & telling yourself a firm “stop” when you notice your mind slipping down negative loopholes & being present in the moment & enjoying being mid task rather than waiting for it to end & not thinking of inertia as your baseline and natural way of living

[angelicdewdrop]

[edwordsmyth]

Anaïs Nin's library.

[fuckingsushi]

[librarycards]

i am just moved by everything now. i'm porous and everything gets inside me

[c86]

If I keep dressing up like this I’ll save the world from Nuclear Apocalypse. But will anyone love me for it? I’ll save the world anyway. I know what looks good

Photography by Hank O’Neal | Text by Allen Ginsberg Untitled [Marsha P. Johnson], 1974-83 From The Gay Day Archive

[inkskinned]

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

[lunamonchtuna]

— Mikko Harvey, from For M (via lunamonchtuna)

[typewriter-worries]

hands learn to hold other hands | @subwayhands on instagram 

[menloathe]

when the song tackles you to the ground and starts beating the ever loving shit out of you

[eloyny]

[sliversoakley4]

[derangedrhythms]

"An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break."⁠ — Chinese Proverb

There’s something between us [...]  a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to you⁠—

⁠— F. Scott Fitzgerald, from 'Presumption'

I am stretched like a bow with your pull.

⁠— Rumi, The Forbidden Rumi: The Suppressed Poems of Rumi on Love, Heresy, and Intoxication; from ‘Give Up Yourself’, tr. Will Johnson and Nevit Ergin

Something of you still taut / still tugs still pulls, / a rope that trembled / hummed between us.

⁠— Sandra Cisneros, Loose Woman; from 'Vino Tinto'

I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame.

⁠— Charlotte Brontë, from ‘Jane Eyre’

There was a silence between them, and a strange tension of hostility. They always kept a gap, a distance between them, they wanted always to be free each of the other. Yet there was a curious heart-straining towards each other.

⁠— D. H. Lawrence, from 'Women in Love'

I could feel the inevitable magnetic polar forces in us, and the tidal blood beat loud, Loud, roaring in my ears, slowing and rhythmic.

⁠— Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’ ⁠— 15th May 1952

The tides inside your heart still pull me towards you.

⁠— Richard Jackson, from 'After All This', published in 'Salt Hill 22'

By then I was used to silence. / Though something stretched between us / like a whisper, like a rope:

⁠— Margaret Atwood, Interlunar; from ‘Orpheus (1)’

⁠— what still deepens pulls us back together.

— Caitríona O’Reilly, The Nowhere Birds; from ‘Possession’

We're connected by a thread / If we're ever far apart / I'll still feel the pull of you

⁠— The National, from ‘The Pull of You’

[h00dst4r-deactivated20250922]

[stargirldotcom]

hang in there girl. we’re gonna have 8pm sunsets again and greenery and warm summer night air and rainy spring days again soon!

[petaltexturedskies]

I hope you believe that you can still make a beautiful life for yourself even if you lost many years of it to grief, or darkness, depression, or a wound that wouldn't close.

[shakespearesdaughters]

― Anaïs Nin, The early diary of Anaïs Nin

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

[kosmogrl]