1996

• vos sos tu hogar •

[nothingbutloveforyou]

sometimes it seems like there is this general lack of love in your life and i am not necessarily talking about romantic love, but an absence of all sorts of love. as if the warmth has disappeared and just left a feeling that something is missing. i hope that you find love in yourself in the meantime, i hope you hang on until you feel that warmth in again, regardless of what caused it to spark again.

[moonandnightss]

— Mary Oliver, Entering the Kingdom

[nutnoce]

a scrap from feeling like shit (but also a little taken care of)

[silverliningthe]

[metamorphesque]

 — To the Young Who Want to Die, Gwendolyn Brooks  

[ text ID: Graves grow no green that you can use. / Remember, green’s your color. / You are Spring. ]

[solarsainte-deactivated20220902]

my ultimate fantasy is having a brain that lets me enjoy being alive

[weltenwellen]

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

[quotefeeling]

“I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.”

— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

[emptythorn-deactivated20181219]

a veces siento tanto y tan intenso y a veces no siento nada de nada

[fils-des-etoiles]

James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from “my love” (from Tulips), Complete Poems of E.E. Cummings: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “thy wrists are holy which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood”]

[deviika]

Mary Oliver

[deviika]

Colum McCann // Franz Kafka

[feral-ballad]

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Haitham”

[heavensghost]

being insanely obsessive will not get u anywhere but it sure do pass the time

[thoughtkick]

“I love you, that means I’m not just here for the pretty parts. I’m here no matter what.”

— Claudia Gray

[metamorphesque]

— Yū Miri, Tokyo Ueno Station