One Fine Day My Bestfriend Asked Me Why I Was So Sad All The Time And I Just Thought About How Everything

Okay but like I just think about lovers who came before us, before the advent of technology. When they had to yearn for days and days until their next letter and then the feeling of excitement mixed with curiosity whilst promising of secretly meeting them in a dingy place where a million conversations would happen in just a few words while their eyes hold each other captive or sneaking glances at each other in public and the unresolved sexual tension which keeps growing with every second of every minute and if they accidentally touch each other------

gosh where do I sign up?

I bet you rue the day you kissed the writer in the dark,

Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart.

- Writer in the dark, Lorde.

“I wrote poetry, I befriended the ghosts inside”

— (via michaelbogild)

What I've learnt from the mirror,

Is if you stare too hard, you'll see a stranger.

“My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart.”

— Rabindranath Tagore

love this bohemian maximalism

𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 ♡

Moonlight

Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"

I love that musk is groveling asking people to pay for their blue checkmarks while tumblr's fundraising solution was to sell a tiny shitting horse, shoe laces, forced post visibility, and crab rain