things & stuff

[diaryofangelss]

Dear future me,

tell me please will all my problems be solved? will all my fears be nothing but a joke? will all my desires remind me that life is cruel and not sweet and romantic how i always imagined it to be?

[havingapoemwithyou]

The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

[havingapoemwithyou]

I Have A Postcard Mouth by Trista Mateer

[havingapoemwithyou]

Say thank you say i’m sorry by Jericho Brown

[tracetheradianceback]

"After the ecstasy, the laundry." —Jack Kornfield

[havingapoemwithyou]

Advice to myself #2: Resistance by Louise Erdrich

[mentaltimetraveller]

Roni Horn Seizure of Hope

Hauser & Wirth

21 May 2026 to 1 August 2026

[petrichara]

And no I don’t think love ever leaves because it’s been eight years since my dad died and he is in every thought and hope and dream. and when I think I can’t fix the computer he is here. and when I eat chocolate cake he is here. and when the sun glows at 3pm he is here. and he will always be here because his life made mine, and my life will be his epilogue

[flickrat]

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:☆:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

[kosmogrl]

[dafancyuhinspiration]

[wroteyouathing]

𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦

[simsbytrash]

what is a home? / mother's laugh? father's smile? gentle light and periwinkle skies? / i don't know, i want to know, maybe i do / when you hold me i feel warm like melted chocolate on your tongue / your hand feels like some kind of salvation / is that home? something not to trap but to save?

would you believe me if i called your heart my home?

[nixscriptum]

The girl dinner archives | pt. II

[briannyssey]

Oh easy mistake. Yearning actually rises from the floor and longing hangs from the ceiling

[briannyssey]

🥺🥺

[metamorphesque]

It’s not you I’ve lost, but the world.

a kind of loss (Ingeborg Bachmann), variations on the word love (Margaret Atwood), i am the brother of xx (Fleur Jaeggy), don’t go far off, not even for a day (Pablo Neruda), recreation (Audre Lorde), wuthering heights (Emily Brontë), i carry your heart with me (e. e. cummings)

[monstermonger]

All day the stars watch from long ago my mother said I am going now when you are alone you will be all right whether or not you know you will know

look at the old house in the dawn rain all the flowers are forms of water the sun reminds them through a white cloud touches the patchwork spread on the hill the washed colors of the afterlife that lived there long before you were born see how they wake without a question even though the whole world is burning

Rain Light - WS Merwin