your heart is fragile, like glass

list of mundane things that feel like ancient human rituals

May I add?

Actually, people are good by nature and you're a fool if you think otherwise.

When you sneeze in public, strangers will say "bless you", even though they don't know you.

When you ask for directions on the street someone will show you the way, even though they have nothing to gain from it.

People squeeze their legs against the chair so you don't have to hop over them on your way to your seat in the theatre, and make funny faces to make babies laugh, and purposefully step on leaves to hear them scrunch, and hold the door open for someone leaving behind them, and ask what floor you're heading to when you enter the elevator, and send others photos of things that reminded them of them, and recommend each other songs, and ask if anyone else wants a coffee because they're getting one, and make videos teaching how to sew a button, and wish on shooting stars, and share fun facts, and listen to others rant about things they don't even understand, and let you cross the street first, and give a bit of their food to others, and laugh at jokes they don't find funny to make you feel good, and listen to kids talk for hours about nonsense, and let you know your keys fell from your pocket, and they may be strangers, but with every little gesture they're saying "I love you, I love you, I love you".

this makes me emotional

The Song of Achilles Candes was a limited edition run candle that I did with Oasis Scents

You can now buy the print of the candle wrap from my store!

two guys who want to fuck so bad it makes them look stupid but also they are very genuinely stupid normally anyway

two guys who wanna fuck so bad but can't really figure it out yet so they start attacking each other for lack of anything better to do

enemies to lovers at its finest huh

ACHILLES WENT MAD BECAUSE THE OTHER HALF OF HIM WAS RIPPED AWAY AND THE ONLY THING LEFT WAS A WAR WEAPON WHO DIDNT KNOW HOW TO DO ANYTHING EXCEPT KILL. PATROCLUS WAS HIS SOFTER AND BEAUTIFUL SIDE, THE SIDE THAT MADE UP ALL THINGS THAT WEREN’T DESTRUCTION, THE SIDE THAT BROUGHT OUT HIS LYRE AND LISTENED TO HIM SING AND WHO LOVED THAT PART OF HIM MORE THAN HIS FAME. PATROCLUS WAS HIS SONG, AND HE COULDN’T PLAY OR FUNCTION WITHOUT IT. THAT’S WHY IT’S CALLED THE SONG OF ACHILLES

every time i come across this story it destroys me all over again

art evokes emotion, art ignites self recognition

ferris bueller's day off / kiki's delivery service / on earth we' re briefly gorgeous / linda barry

Sasha Chapin

i’m not sure i’m capable of being loved right now / i feel safe in my quiet way of living and telling my secrets to thread & paper / i don’t know what i’d say if you asked me to know myself / more

-Sylvia Plath

— John Green (via goodreadss)

The Years - Alex Dimitrov

This is what hozier meant when he says he falls a little bit in love everyday with someone new

I once watched a girl in the produce aisle pick up a bushel of bananas that were precariously perched on the edge and move them farther back and under her breath she said “there you go sweeties - that will be more comfortable” before shuffling off and… I think about her often.

« Silent lovers » is such a sweet way to put it.

I was driving on the highway and passed a dude absolutely JAMMING alone in his car, doing those little half dance moves you do when you’re stuck sitting down in a small space, bellowing unheard lyrics at the top of his lungs, and my instant reaction was to think “I love you.” And then to pray he had a good day, or whatever, because those fleeting moments of connection are so incredible.

being in my 20s is like I understand more of my mother and less than i ever have. My childhood friends are strangers to me and there’s no one i know better. i want to drink wine. i never stopped wanting to climb trees. i know more than I’ve ever known before. I don’t know anything at all. i’m seven years old and sixteen and twenty nine and seventy. I can’t tell when i'm happy. I think the only thing that will make me happy is to be little again. i want to be really old. i go to the ocean and feel like nothing matters more than that. in my bedroom everything matters so much. I go to the grocery store every day. i know how to cook a lot of things but the only thing i know how to eat is fried eggs. I can take care of myself but i want to be taken care of. i want to go home and I don't know where that is. i think it may be somewhere inside of me but i’m not sure

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NEW FIC!!! you can read it here

I'm pretty proud of it I hope you like it!!! xxx

i really can’t stress enough how much i recommend regularly engaging with older art– movies, books, whatever. like, “Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it” and all that, but also, there’s just something really fascinating and kind of beautiful about reading something written by someone who lived so long ago and really connecting with it, recognizing the humanity of people who once seemed like abstract concepts to you

—Salvador Plascencia, from The People Of Paper

[Text ID: I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds— but I think of you always in those intervals. /End ID.]

some tabs have been open on my phone for literally 2 years they r like brothers to me

you are all sick in the head

sorry for getting attached to the white chocolate cheesecake recipe i opened in february 2020. as if its my fault

i have a tab open for a vintage album being sold on ebay that’s been there for a good two years. i’m too scared to open it because i know it’s probably sold by now but there’s still a chance i can acquire it someday