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things I am grateful for after realising I don't have the stomach to bear a heartbreak (quite literally)

I am grateful, for always having people who would make me get out of my bed and take a walk, for having known what the holding of a hand and a heart full of love feels like, for a mother who will cook all of my favourite dishes because she loves feeding me full, for a father who'll always make sure I'll have more clothes than I can wear so I never run out of options to feel good in my skin, for the crunchy-ness of autumn leaves and the cold breeze in hot summers, for uno who taught me how to be loved and not feel guilty about it, for the kindness of the world when it could've been cruel, for the squint of eyes and wagging of tails from a dog you've never met before or always meet because we choose love even in the face of abandonment, for the colours that fill up the gaps of whites and the whites that show up when you smile, for getting forgiveness instead of punishments, for love to have always lingered around in the form of hugs or stars or well wishes or gifts or words or silent companies, for the way flowers bloom and there is a place called home to go back to no matter how many wrong turns you take, for memes and dark humour and really bad jokes, for friends who would bear it all and then add their own atrocious contributions to, for a brother who would hate me to his guts but will always save a piece of candy for me, for music and poetry and art, for help when I couldn't say out loud I needed it, for work when I needed it to keep me moving, for people who would always look out for me and love me and forgive me, for trees that flower and clouds and colourful skies, for people and things whom I love enough to keep on living and then some.

and i'm going to.

do you ever just lay there listening to music on your headphones and you can hear every drumroll and every awesome bassline and the piano in the background and the wailing guitars and all the little details you never noticed before and you get so lost in it the next time you look up it's three in the morning

If life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes

(through gritted teeth) there's so much to learn (through sobs) there's so much to learn (through maniacal laughter) there's so much to learn (through sleepy eyes) there's so much to learn (through a tired smile) there's so much to learn

JH x JS [Part 1 of 4]

“How come you’re so calm?” “I am extremely shocked and nervous right now.”

sweet home scribbles

297, Lev St. Valentine

HOPE YOU’RE WELL. PLEASE DON’T READ THIS.

In Telugu, we don’t say “goodbye”instead, we say “వెళ్ళొస్తా Veḷḷostā” Translated “i will go and i will be back” we are taught and even lectured to say this instead of just “i will go” until the phrase becomes a habit, it is a feeling, a sense of hope that they would not be leaving forever and will always return, no matter what.

Trista Mateer, “Today I Accidentally Told Someone That I Love You”

waters so amazing because you can drink it really sloppy style and like spill it all over yourself and it doesnt even leave a stain. you dont even have to wash it out/ . because its already washed

compilation

they should invent a moving on and letting go that's easy to do

Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

[ID: A poem titled: Kupu rere kē. [in italics] My friend was advised to italicise all the foreign words in her poems. This advice came from a well-meaning woman with NZ poetry on her business card and an English accent in her mouth. I have been thinking about this advice. The convention of italicising words from other languages clarifies that some words are imported: it ensures readers can tell the difference between a foreign language and the language of home. I have been thinking about this advice. Marking the foreign words is also a kindness: every potential reader is reassured that although you’re expected to understand the rest of the text, it’s fine to consult a dictionary or native speaker for help with the italics. I have been thinking about this advice. Because I am a contrary person, at first I was outraged — but after a while I could see she had a point: when the foreign words are camouflaged in plain type you can forget how they came to be there, out of place, in the first place. I have been thinking about this advice and I have decided to follow it. Now all of my readers will be able to remember which words truly belong in -[end italics]- Aotearoa -[italics]- and which do not.

Next image is the futurama meme: to shreds you say…]

(Image ID by @bisexualshakespeare)

Long week for Cas and Dean

good bones by maggie smith saturday . give it up for good bones by maggie smith saturday

im like an annoying wine connoisseur but about tapwater. goes to your house and swirls your tapwater around in a glass before sipping it. hm. interesting. quite sweet notes of iron, but i’ve had better.

died 2000 born 2024 welcome back y2k!! (crowdstrike)

"Well, it’s that time again. I mark mid-summer by the sharing of this photo on its anniversary. This photo has spent six years circulating in the internet’s many corners and in the stories of people who have both found new relationships and/or ended friendships. 2017, New York, I was invited to a track-by-track celebration of Carly Rae Jepsen's EMOTION, where each writer was assigned one song to give a presentation on. I wanted "Warm Blood" but picked too late and got "Your Type," and made a presentation on my phone on the plane, but this was the only slide, and I read a long thing about desire, and about that thin veil between realizing you like someone and realizing you LIKE someone, about falling in love with friends, about being platonically in love with friends, about treating platonic love with the same generosity and rigor as romantic love. But mostly about the bravery of Big Declarations Of Emotion. Because of the nature of the party, and the fact that this photo has circulated for years without context, I think it has led to more Big Declarations Of Emotion than anything, and I don't mind that, I suppose. I still get people, to this day, telling me they were at this event or they've seen this photo and that they were inspired to tell someone they were in love with them. It feels especially exciting to share this year, in a year where I’ve gotten to be the most excited witness to my friends and their fluorescent joys. Marriages, new houses, new kids, their bravery and openness with the world. Being an audience to that makes me bold in my capacity for love, for care. We ascend to better versions of ourselves through our love for each other, and that is romance. The best kind. The results are sometimes mixed, I’ve heard. They always are. If you told a friend you love them and things got weird, I apologize. but to be fair, I wanted Warm Blood. As I say every year, there are so many ways to fall for someone. If you are at the edge of the cliff anyway, consider taking the leap. The ground might be soft enough to hold you and whatever comes next, and if it isn't there will always be more cliffs, more edges."

Hanif Adburraqib on ig