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monster that doesn’t know that it’s a monster because it’s never seen its own reflection, doesn’t understand why it’s feared. lonely creature only trying to love and be loved but it’s clumsy and doesn’t realize its power, doesn’t know it’s different. why don’t you love me. why are you scared of me. i’m just like you

*survives the horrors by being such a silly goofy guy that my presence fundamentally changes the genre*

Touching grass isn't enough I need to be-

i need infinite money forever so i can get everyone so so so many little gifts

the vibe im going for this winter

my favourite poems by ... Anna Akhmatova

I Taught Myself To Live Simply

Everything

Requiem

The Sentence

In Human Closeness There ...

I Wrung My Hands

Last Toast

The Guest

I Was Born In The Right Time

You'll Live, But I'll Not

For Osip Mandelstam

In Dream

Muse

You Will Hear Thunder

To The Many

"slut era", I whisper to myself, as I stare at the ceiling, paralyzed by grief and yearning.

“Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.”

— Robert Brault

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i can’t help but flinch at compliments. i feel uncomfortable when people love me loudly, love me well, love me at all. i feel uncomfortable because it’s all i’ve ever wanted. desire fills my lungs like water. i try to breathe through it but find it impossible. i want to be beautiful. wanted. but i fear it is my desire that makes me unlovable. i am on my hands and knees begging to be worth it. but no one loves a girl who is starving.

some nights i can’t hide behind metaphors by sora h.

your existence isn’t just taking up space. you don’t just exist here, you inhabit space that was meant for you wherever you go. a spot for your shoes, a curve in your mattress where you get comfortable, a wardrobe with your scent, half-empty soap bottles, journals filled with your handwriting, a seat in class or place at work or both. this world already has been adjusted to you and you belong here, every part of you does. even if you’d pack up your belongings and move across the world, it wouldn’t be nothing. it would only highlight the fact that you are part of what makes an environment a life, and your absence carries weight even if you don’t think so.

― Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

[text ID: Children don’t know the meaning of yesterday, of the day before yesterday, or even of tomorrow, everything is this, now: the street is this, the doorway is this, the stairs are this, this is Mamma, this is Papa, this is the day, this the night.]

— Silas Denver Melvin, from GRIT: a poetry collection

This is the village of Nukumori no Mori, or, in English, the Forest of Warmth, in Shizuoka, Japan. People say visiting it is like jumping into a Studio Ghibli movie.

Normalize taking care of men. Normalize holding and kissing them when they’re sad and just because. Normalize doing nice things for them. Normalize genuinely listening to them when they’re upset. Normalize complimenting them and telling them you love and appreciate them. Normalize taking care of your man the same way you would want him to take care of you.

being haunted by the house

aloha from hell, richard kadrey | the lion in winter, james goldman | the blind assassin, margaret atwood | averno, louise gluck | funeral, phoebe bridgers | cut, catherine lacey | margaret atwood

the fact that love is everywhere ! its in heart shaped lockets. in blushed rosy cheeks. its in antique porcelain teacups passed down from mother to daughter. in handwritten love letters. its in homemade sugarcookies. in art, literature and history. in our hearts, always and for ever.

and for my next trick i will go utterly insane in complete silence

With everyone

Pillow Fight by Richard Scarry

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