nothing // something //everything

curly haired bitch not quite in touch with reality ••my bones are all I need•• kinda lost, kinda sleepy, kinda in the clouds, probably talking to myself // 22 // she // her // queer as shit //

[loveisgame-deactivated20251211]

[12thbiologist]

HOOOLLLYYY SHIT ABSOLUTION COVER REVEAL AND REPRINT OF THE TRILOGY TO MATCH IT OHHHHHHHHHH MY GODDDD

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[lifeinpoetry]

Sometimes, I cry so hard I can feel it in my ribs. / I feel like the real me is backed into a corner inside me

— Ama Asantewa Diaka, from "Saturday Evening WhatsApp Message," Woman, Eat Me Whole

[shisasan]

June 11, 1930 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931  [volume 4]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

[shisasan]

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own [originally published 1929]

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Arabelle Sicardi, from “The Year in Ugliness.”

[mythrilsaber]

[Text ID: What part of yourself did you have to destroy in order to survive in the world this year? / But most importantly: what have you found to be unkillable?]

[deviika]

Jane O. Wayne // Kate Jacobs

[soracities]

there is love in this story. even in its most brutal end. there is love in the story. how? where? here: here in me telling it to you, in spite of everything. because of everything.

[soracities]

no salvation and no turning of the tide. that's not the point anymore. we were here. oh so briefly. but we were here. we tried. do you know what i mean?

[studyinglogic]

I hope you don't mind, @soracities, but this was so wonderful that I couldn't help trying to turn it into a poem:

there is love in this story, even in its brutal end. there is love in the story. how? where? why? when? here: here in me telling you, in spite of everything. because of everything. hear my heart sing, saying true: there'll be no salvation and no turning of the tide. we were here. oh so briefly. but we were here. and we tried. the good fight has its own value. that you end up defeated? not relevant. that's not the point. that you do it---in itself makes it completed. (know what I mean? don't let it gall you. and one day, maybe one day ____'ll be repeated. )

[soracities]

how could i possibly mind i'm.......i don't know what to say. this is so touching and so beautiful!!!

[asoftepiloguemylove]

break my arms around the one i love

poem: Shauna Barbosa GPS art: @mmelodyj / unknown / Ainslie Hogarth Motherthing / Keaton St. James HISTORY STUDENT FALLS IN LOVE WITH ASTRO PHYSICS STUDENT / @555w4 / unknown / Ada Limón The Good Fight / @sunsbleeding

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”

[somedaybyallmeans]

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

— Jane Austen

[soracities]

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

[cupofmeat]

From The Garden magazine, Volume 122, June 1997.

[pornoes]

@angelnumber27

[entheognosis]

The 3000 year old Sacred Tree of Takeo Shrine, Japan

[soft-lovely]

book markets

[suhaylah]

Lovers Sempiternal (2022) oil on wood panel Shop: suhaylah.bigcartel.com Patreon: patreon.com/suhaylah_h IG: @suhaylah.h  

[typewriter-worries]

something something when you can hear the whisper of love in the pauses between words something something

[typewriter-worries]

something something the love was always implied you never needed to say it out loud something something