i hate all the reading in some games, especially when it's unnecessary... sometimes i just want to play without all the words...
even now there’s still no word i have for the feeling of reading this. ‘until your face is fogged by distant memory’ and ‘if you marry someone else’ and ‘even as the world goes on its wicked way’ might be my favourite parts. there’s something about the way this letter ended on such a quiet, burningly honest and wanting note, after all those colourful, more abstract and playful comparisons.
I open this webbed site and every time I am informed that a new calamity has befallen my boyfriend. I keep entrusting you guys with his care and what do you do? You put him in the instant pot with a 1:1 water ratio, press the rice button and cook him until he's fragrant and fluffy
Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry (1989)
Mary Oliver, from “I Worried”, Devotions
It supposed to be like January 3rd still idk why we in a rush already
[A white fortune cookie paper with blue text. Front: Everyone feels lucky for having you as a friend. Lucky Numbers 1, 8, 56, 25, 19, 30 Back: Strawberry, Chinese text 草 (cǎo) 莓 (méi)]
starting to think I may actually have some issues and even perhaps problems
Alejandra Pizarnik, "Written in Anahuac (Talitha)" from Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
“The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Crack-Up (via bnmxfld)
THE MOMENT BEFORE LETTING GO IS OFTEN WHEN WE GRIP THE HARDEST!
Cis guys are like woe. My penis is one phallometer under 6 inches in length. Fucking disgraceful no woman will ever look at me
Trans guys are like holy shit 0.004 inches today . penis king. Endowed




