starlightacademia:

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

hotgirlsrk:

cant believe we live in a reality where getting a silly iced drink can set you back 7 dollars. it’s like they want me dead

flowerytale:

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

soracities:

somedaybyallmeans:

latibule-e-deactivated20231012:

— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

— Jane Austen

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

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stlamb:

audrey emmett

kinav:

my five year plan? read a lot of books. visit museums. walk through woods. stand in a river. adopt a little kitty. drink lemonade while sitting in a rocking chair on my porch.

jewish-harley-quinn:

meltymooncakes:

necrobarbie:

dni if you have no whimsy and no joy for the miracles found within the mundane

what does this mean help

It means get sillay or perish

zegalba:

“this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin”

kosmogrl:

unstoppable force (wanting to be the kindest version of myself) vs immovable object (all the anger and hatred I have inside myself)