one thing about me is that i will lose my mind about the personification of the house
this house hates you. this house loves you. this house wont ever let you leave. this house has eyes & a mouth. you could make this house speak. you could make this house cry. this house has seen the worst parts of you & wants to keep you inside it forever. this house will die with you. etc.
How to feel like a person?
dont live with your mom
— Ama Asantewa Diaka, from "Saturday Evening WhatsApp Message," Woman, Eat Me Whole
adulthood is like dog training but you are both the dog and the trainer and also it doesn’t work and is bad
they should invent a mother who is normal and says normal things and has normal interactions with her child
everything i've ever let go of has claw marks on it
Frank Bidart The Third Hour of the Night / Ashe Vernon IT'S A CIRCUS AND WE ALL PAID TO BE HERE / unknown / Rachel Swirsky A Memory of Wind / unknown / unknown / @borzoidaily
For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
I really do not care why men are lonely and hate women to cope. I’m lonely and u know what I do ? finger myself like a normal person . They have no excuse
And like mens mental health is not declining bc girls are mean to them online. Everyone’s mental health is declining bc this world as a whole is built around profit and sucks the life out of all our communities. We’re all in this shit hole together but men think if they can seize control over womens lives then everything will be okay. So to say women complaining about it online causes this is just honestly a sadistic joke and there’s something broken in your brain.
they hate me because i'm silly and so intense at the same time
George Seferis, from Collected Poems; "Last Stop" (tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)
“I’ve never met someone who is so perfectly my favorite person.”
— Emily Henry, Beach Read
childhood friends are like open wounds
um seriously? like i haven’t seen you since i was seven and i love you with my whole heart. we stopped speaking because you hurt my feelings and i sometimes look at that bracelet we shared. there is no healing. there is no going back. there’s no knowing if they think about it as much. there is just nostalgia and aching when you walk past cherry trees
