The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went.
Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via thelovejournals)
Source: thelovejournals
There’s a regular pattern now: in the morning the day begins calmly, then by the evening I’m sunk in melancholy or pathos — but always on the edge of tears or beyond.
Simone de Beauvoir, in a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre, 8 October 1939, Letters to Sartre (via wordscanbeenough)
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80s music brings me back to good times like when i wasnt alive
We know that the majority of the clitoris is internal and that the external nub is just the tip of the iceberg, but you’d be hard-pressed to find that information in a sexual health textbook.
In fact, you’d be hard-pressed to find many mentions of the clitoris at all in a sexual health textbook.
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80s music brings me back to good times like when i wasnt alive
I curse your name and damn you to hell but I still look for you in crowded places.
how twisted (via lovinggyoulike)
*delicately blows a kiss to all the spirits in my room* please dont knock anything over i live here
“When you are born,” the golem said softly, “your courage is new and clean. You are brave enough for anything: crawling off of staircases, saying your first words without fearing that someone will think you are foolish, putting strange things in your mouth. But as you get older, your courage attracts gunk, and crusty things, and dirt, and fear, and knowing how bad things can get and what pain feels like. By the time you’re half-grown, your courage barely moves at all, it’s so grunged up with living. So every once in awhile, you have to scrub it up and get the works going, or else you’ll never be brave again.
Catherynne M. Valente: The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making (via fuckyeahithoughtso)
By now, I thought the world
remembered me, thought I’d left something
big enough to be recognized for.
But sometimes at night,
when the world is almost tender,
a silent blue,
& the past is a faraway hand waving
from a car I can no longer recall,
it engulfs me-
I have been practicing absence
all my life. My alone has grown
its own body, claimed a name
& a place to sleep.
In the dream I thought I heard the world weep,
thought I heard it call out to me,
like a mother in unknowing.
Thought we’d reached the scene
where they pull the body
from the fog & return.
But the world was a silent blue
& I was just silent.
“Silent Blue” (via wordscanbeenough)
Do you ever just suddenly feel really shitty because you’re not particularly good at anything and you don’t know what you wanna do with your life and like you didn’t ask to be born and have to deal with all of this and yet here you are, confused and anxious and paying to exist on this trash planet
Sky Ferreira | You’re Not The One
person: how has your day been?
me: ??????? i don't know, i don't remember
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