And the scars of lonely winter air.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed
— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros
𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ㅤㅤ𝑜𝒻 ㅤㅤrancid ㅤㅤ&ㅤㅤ rottingㅤㅤ夢
꒰͡⠀𝅄⠀͡꒱ㅤ𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 like 𝓨ou : can't fly down 𝓗ell with 𝓜e ⪩ 지젤 ⪨
© 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞//𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍♡𝐓 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞!
Sad to know that while my heart was breaking
You were sleeping or just faking.
@lørenisalone (・・?)
" 'I love you' ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?"
Why do you look so hurt?
Well if you're saying this based on the theme of my tumblr and my posts, then I feel like my posts aren't as punk rocker as I think they are lol, I guess they seem much rather like a hurt person's mind. But it's a beautiful judgment I'd say (or maybe a harsh reality lol)
Megan Nolan, from her novel titled "Acts of Desperation," originally published in March 2021
Mass is not proportional to volume, A girl as small as a violet, A girl who moves like a flower petal is pulling me towards her with a stronger force than her mass. Just then, like Newton’s apple, I rolled towards her till I fell on her with a thump, my heart was bouncing between the ground and the sky, It was my first love.
Kim Shin (Guardian: The Lonely and Great God)