Anyone else vibrating with anxiety, just switching between election news/results/livestreams whilst crying into your drink on the precipice of a panic attack ??? Just me? ?!!
The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes
i missed this... i missed you lovely people, this safe, curated space i’ve created over the years... i’ve really, really missed it here. i’m just browsing around, rediscovering some of my favourite blogs and going back through my tags on here and... my chest feels lighter. this is a form of [therapy *cough*] creative expression that i’ve had to put on the back burner for a while and i underestimated just how important it is to me, how much i love it and love these beautiful blogs and NEED this beauty and safety and loveliness... anyway, i missed you.
If a friend asked, which of these books would you recommend most?
vita sackville-west by carl chapple oil on panel, 2018
Graveyard Kiss, 1949
Charles Hewitt
i would survive a horror movie
the murderer shows up to my house and im just like sir your vibes are disgusting
Is anybody else obsessed with understanding how others perceive you like… who am I in your lives… what kind of person am I… a friend of mine told me once that I’m mysterious and I was like ??????!???)????
*me handing out a papers* I’m gonna need you all to write a detailed essay of min 45 pages describing exactly how you perceive me and why plus an oral presentation with appropriate soundtrack.
do you ever just abruptly find yourself in a john oliver ‘last week tonight’ vortex after a number of hours [yes, a number of, we don’t know how many...,,,] and ‘prosecutors will decide’ is being chanted satanically by a rapidly increasing number of reporters during an episode your conscious mind barely registered you where even in..... and also you just really need to hydrate.... ??? anyway, ta v much john.
“The truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it.”
Brokeback Mountain (2005)
when will people use the anon function to send passionate, homosexual anonymous love letters
reblog if you want a passionate, homosexual anonymous love letter
Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Sidonie Nádherná von Borutín, August 1, 1913