I Am An Overly Emotional Unemotional Clingy But Distant Private Person Who Likes To Overshare At Any

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

have to thank tumblr for romanticizing absolutely everything. i'll be washing dishes and peeling oranges thinking of love languages its insane

“The world is filled with unreasonable hate. What’s wrong with unreasonable love?”

— Mary Doria Russell, A Thread of Grace

Idk who needs to hear this but your tummy isn’t ruining your outfits, you look hot

ON LOVE & THE KITCHEN TABLE

Joy Harjo, Perhaps the World Ends Here / Osip Mandelstam, Stolen Air / James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk / Tennessee Williams, from a letter to Donald Windham

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water