~walks we must take and sunsets we must watch together~
dreaming about you
1. unknown 2. franz kafka; letters to milena 3&4. archbudzar 5. richard siken; crush 6. unknown 7. euripides (tr. anne carson); herakles
full time job as a hopeless romantic
“It’s fucking complicated but it’s a simple concept: I love you and I want to be with you.”
— The Short Poems Series by Royla Asghar
images that make me go straight up insane moodboard
I don't "struggle with same-sex attraction" I'm actually very good at it
simping real bad rn. down absolutely horrendous
utopia the moment my mum realises her "helping" isnt acc helping and i can do things on my own when shes not breathing down my neck ☠
Hieu Minh Nguyen, from "Heavy"
slant of light
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
This worked last time!
when lorde said “did my best to exist just for you” and when mitski said “i don’t think i could stand to be where you don’t see me” and when fka twigs said “and didn’t i do it for you? why don't I do it for you? why won’t you do it for me? when all i do is for you” and when taylor swift said "i made you my temple, my mural, my sky. now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life" and when phoebe bridgers said "whatever you want me to do, i will do" and when daughter said "you will grow all you need to grow inside my spine and then take what you need to take, what's yours is mine" and when the crane wives said "i shine only with the light you gave me" and when
I think ‘I adore you’ is such a wonderful phrase, it’s so soft and loving and feels so safe and comforting
wired headphones are romantic who the hell is sharing airpods with their beloved….
Stop being so available to a person that always puts you last.
I saw a picture of his face ONCE. And now, for the past few minutes, I’ve been smiling like an idiot.
i have to be funny because being hot is not an option
“Someday, you will be in love again. The sun, a wound on your windowsill. Light falls on your dreams. It sounds like someone knocking.”
— Sanna Wani, from “Memory is Sleeping,” The Puritan (no. 53, Spring 2021)



