Yuhi 𝘔𝘺𝘴𝘭𝘺𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘴

careless hare chewing the greens out of the pavement crack.

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

every morning i wake up & get my coffee & i recite in my head this excerpt from ‘invitation,’ by mary oliver:  “it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.” & i just say it over & over again until it sticks to my mind for the rest of the day. it is a serious thing. i am alive. i am so lucky. this fresh morning i get the chance to live again & again & again

[allmythologies]

a-z myths: morrigan (celtic mythology)

the morrígan is mainly associated with war and fate, especially with foretelling doom, death, or victory in battle. in this role she often appears as a crow, the badb. she incites warriors to battle and can help bring about victory over their enemies. the morrigan encourages warriors to do brave deeds, strikes fear into their enemies, and is portrayed washing the bloodstained clothes of those fated to die. she is most frequently seen as a goddess of battle and war and has also been seen as a manifestation of the earth, chiefly representing the goddess’s role as guardian of the territory and its people.

[allsadnshit]

Spending money feels so scary till I remember I am alive and have to make this life count

[thequietesthing]

Suzanne Collins was really pissed when she saw all those edits of Snow as ‘daddy’ and whatever other bullshit after the TBOSAS movie, sat down at her laptop again and started typing “let’s see if you get the message now when HE KILLS 47 CHILDREN”

[yuhimyslyvets]

[yuhimyslyvets]

Victoria

How does it feel to be cold-blooded?

My ship was heading to your ice cliffs

And I still took it there just for the thrill

'Cause I wouldn't let you think that I went down quietly

If I get cut, I'll make it loud

And I will watch the water swallow me

Perfect as I planned

You said only the chosen ones will set foot on your holy land

But half of them will shrink and run away

because you led those who were left

to exhaustion till they're dead

And since the insults tossed

Maybe it's you who's lost

Always darting round and forth, trying to built the bettermost

But when the grip of burdened hands weakens, the amnesty will come

The remnants of your cold intentions will melt, but I'll be gone

And when it finally happens, don't ever act like it was hard

I left before the autopsy of my own ardent heart.

[reputayswift]

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY

merch concept - a patch/magnet for every track (click for full quality)

[blond-shell]

HALSEY YA'ABURNEE

[synf3ll-moved]

take figures out of their boxes btw. sew patches on your favorite jacket. go to bed with your favorite plushes. wear the pants you usually save for special occasions. draw something cool on your wall. put a sticker on your laptop. dye your hair and pierce your lips. glass is meant to break, metal is meant to rust. items are meant to be used. that's how the world knows that somebody loved them.

[tolerateit]

I HOPE AT LEAST THAT HALSEY IS HAPPY 😭

[quotefeeling]

“Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.”

— Patrick Rothfuss

[shisasan]

“it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.”

—invitation, Mary Oliver

[allmythologies]

welsh & breton mythology: morgans

morgen are water spirits that drown men.  they lured sailors with their hypnotic voices and sat in the water to comb their hair seductively. they were believed to live near coasts, at cave entrances and at the mouths of rivers, with some held to still inhabit a cave near crozon. the morgans, who were well-versed in evil spells, would drag young men underwater and the men would never be seen again. in some versions, however, morgans carried kidnapped sailors to underwater palaces of mother-of-pearl and crystal, and married them. the morgens, eternally young, are also blamed for heavy flooding that destroys crops or villages.

[tiredandlonelymuse]

when it rains it pours,

but how big must a puddle grow

before it is considered a pond?

when does a pond become a lake?

i’m drowning,

but i insist that i’m dry.

insist i couldn’t die.

now every single day is overtime.

is extra credit.

is derealized.

i’m drowning but i

wring my clothes

and promise that i’m dry.

it’s good for the flowers, they say.

that’s very good.

you’ll need them soon.

[iambrillyant]

“the art of being your own muse and recreating yourself as many times as you need, adding more layers and color to your spirits canvas until you like what you see.”

— iambrillyant

[lunebordeauxpoetry]

I'm scared of being in a relationship, because when I'm in a relationship I lose myself and my individuality. I'm scared of going back to who I was when I was with [...]. I don't want to face life, it seems too difficult, I want to go back to being a child when my future was already decided. how can I decide for my future? it seems absurd to me. I am unable to. I'm too weak for these things. I can't change, I'm afraid of everything. reality is too hard for me, I can't accept it. I'm afraid of my heart and my body, my personality and what I could do if I took away all the limits I impose on myself. I don't want to lose anyone but I've made these friends by showing them a personality I want to get rid of. I can't help thinking about the future, and the future is uncertain and out of control but somehow I have to get it under control but I can't. I'm afraid to ask for help, I'm ashamed of it. I am a child, in every sense except for my body. I think like a child, react like a child, act like a child, see and observe things like a child. I want to have someone that loves me and touches me and caresses me and comforts me and makes the decisions for me but I can't afford that. I'm a fucking narcissist and I think I'm better than everyone else. I think I'm the only one who knows the absolute truth but I don't care about the absolute truth I only care about being admired and seen and loved and respected, about petting animals and lying down on flowers, and getting hurt and seeing blood coming out of a bruise, and writing and feeling emotions, running in the middle of the street and screaming and laughing while playing with the snow, and taking pictures with friends, and reading, drawing, touching myself, going for walks at night with my mother. please please please why should I care about my future? why should I think about university and a job? and money and having a home and a family, when all I want is to be free to do, feel, be. I don't care about the fate of the world or the universe and whether the government controls us or not, why can't I play with bugs in a sunflower field until I die? why can't I start walking and only stop when my body can't take it anymore? what have I become... I don't recognize myself anymore. this is not me anymore. I am a product of society and am no longer the embodiment of freedom as I was as a child. how disgusting.

– the biggest cage I live in is myself.

lunebordeaux, 07/07/23.

[stay-close]

“The way people treat you is a statement of who they are as a human being. It’s not a statement about you.”

— Unknown