Firebird

“These violent delights have violent ends…”

[seenthisepisode]

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

[theballetblog]

Shanghai Ballet Company in Jane Eyre

[headspace-hotel]

being a college student is so primal. Like a wolf roaming the tundra, my only thought is of my next meal. Unlike a wolf roaming the tundra, I have an analytical essay due next week

[trufflesmushroom]

wait isnt gender over today

[trufflesmushroom]

buh-bye now

[icarus-died-laughing]

1 MINUTE

[nat-20s]

The desperate desire to create vs the oh so constant sleepiness plaguing my every action

[greelin]

that little voice you hear while grocery shopping saying you don’t need a snack for later is the devil btw

[derangedrhythms]

Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from 'Three Women'

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[woman-respecter]

no stevie nicks, i CAN’T sail through the changing ocean tides and i CAN’T handle the seasons of my life

[depressednotevenwelldressed]

vulvodynia and vaginismus suck not only are they invisible burdens that barely anyone is aware of but it’s also so fucking embarrassing and humiliating like how am i supposed to tell people sorry my coochie is broken what the fuck

[ritikajyala]

...so I spent my 20s reclaiming barbie dolls and lip gloss, pink and skirts and everything I had once denounced for the fear of being 'cringe'.

-Ritika Jyala, I love Pink (source)

[intensional]

One thing about me is I am not doing so well

[hools]

no yeah i cant hang out sorry. yeah im hugging my pillow in bed today. yeah no itll be for a while. maybe for forever. OK bye

[renascestes]

o olhar demorado prometia não ser a última vez, mas foi.

[youareyoubutwhoareyou]

Hey if u like the ocean look at this its rly cool I think

[boglord]

as someone who was already scared of the ocean uhhhhhh

[ms-demeanor]

Terrifying depths of the ocean my beloved

[serdapoesia]

[…] eu me perguntava até que ponto você era aquilo que eu via em você ou apenas aquilo que eu queria ver em você, eu queria saber até que ponto você não era apenas uma projeção daquilo que eu sentia, e se era assim, até quando eu conseguiria ver em você todas essas coisas que me fascinavam e que no fundo, sempre no fundo, talvez nem fossem suas, mas minhas, e pensava que amar era só conseguir ver, e desamar era não mais conseguir ver, entende? Para uma avenca partindo, Caio Fernando Abreu

[ebonyduskk]

I am an overly emotional unemotional clingy but distant private person who likes to overshare at any moment and I'm still tryna figure it out how that works