Still Obsessed With How Joel Was Just A Pocket Full Of Dad Powered Sunshine In The First Half Of The

still obsessed with how joel was just a pocket full of dad powered sunshine in the first half of the episode. he was like my demons? those bitches have been exorcised it’s time to be silly and goofy. I’m suddenly capable of talking about my feelings. look I found that ravioli u like. let’s actually stop here on the side of the highway and play boggle. my face is a little sore bc I’m relearning how to smile but it’s worth it. honestly in an au where the fireflies weren’t at the lab I bet he would have suggested they keep walking to california so they could have a beach day

"And I also know that love is a pretty quiet thing. It's lying on the sofa together drinking coffee, talking about where you're going to go that morning to drink more coffee. It's folding down pages of books you think they'd find interesting. It's hanging up their laundry when they leave the house having moronically forgotten to take it out of the washing machine. It's the texts: 'Hope today goes well', 'How did today go?', 'Thinking of you today' and 'Picked up loo roll.' I know that love happens under the splendour of moon and stars and fireworks and sunsets but it also happens when you're lying in blow-up air beds in a childhood bedroom, sitting in A&E or in the queue for a passport or a traffic jam. Love is a quiet, reassuring thing: something you can easily forget is there, even though its palms are outstretched beneath you in case you fall."

– Everything I Know About Love, Book by "Dolly Alderton"

“On earth, the terrible things and the beautiful things continue to happen beside each other. On the moon in the darkness, nothing. On earth in the darkness, sometimes rain swells like applause.”

— Jeffrey Morgan, from “All Night No Sleep Now This” published in BOAAT (via pigmenting)

Rachel Eliza Griffiths, “Good Mother”

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“I really do sincerely feel that bewilderment is at the core of every great poem, and in order to be bewildered, you have to be able to wonder. You absolutely have to be permeable to wonder. Maintaining an orientation towards wonder in a time where the government is conspiring against it, in a time where black people are being murdered at the hands of the state, in a time when the Earth is very much trying to warn us about what we’re doing to it, maintaining an orientation towards wonder becomes really difficult. It’s the work that I have to do every day, the work of trying to find sources of wonder, even in our sadness and loneliness, or even in our anger.”

— Kaveh Akbar for LitHub [x]