thoughtkick:

“Sleep tries to seduce me by promising a more reasonable tomorrow.”

— Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

elytrians:

you’re telling me there are people who listen to music and DON’T use it as the soundtrack for the intense cinematic daydream plot they’ve always got playing in the back of their head???

mothicalspoken:

“am I being annoying” are you aware that my heart is trying to crawl out of my chest to get to you

zegalba:

hands sculpture by Louise Bourgeois (1993)

lesbianboyfriend:

do it scared do it weird do it alone. holy trinity

weltenwellen:

Sue Monk Kidd, The Book of Longings

andrumedus:

‘Gbenga Adeoba, Exodus; “A Short Essay on Drowning”

[Text ID: into that November dark.]

I always get in trouble

Anxiety is dumb because logically there is nothing wrong rn but my body is like: shaky hands shaky hands shaky hands stutter stutter shaky hands aaaannd nausea ✨

feral-ballad:

Fadwa Tuqan, tr. by Mohammed Sawaie, from Tent Generations: Palestinian Poems; “At Allenaby Bridge”

[Text ID: “Yes, my humanness bleeds, my heart / drips rancor, my blood is poison and fire.”]