vini-love:

ravenousfictions:

“hiraeth” by @ravenousfictions

moonstoast:

—longing for love

what i could never confess without some bravado by emily palermo // nickie zimov // homosexuality by frank o’hara // normal people (2020) // the unabridged journal by sylvia plath // holly warburton

ivynightshade:

fatima aamer bilal, from being unwanted is a language.

[text id: the world is happening in a room that i can’t enter, life is happening in a gathering i am not invited to. / being unwanted is a language i am fluent in.]

poetryofmuses:

“what do you do for a living?” Oh I am a professional hopeless romantic and I read books and cry in my free time.

papayajuan2019:

i think my problem is that i mourn things even before they arrive to me. before i even know it exists i expect it to be gone. and that leads into a life without safety, a life without giving in to the present.

dustsculptures:

dustsculptures:

dustsculptures:

dustsculptures:

dustsculptures:

dustsculptures:

dustsculptures:

it’s loving fat women monday!!!!

it’s loving fat women tuesday!!!!!

it’s loving fat women wednesday!!!!!!

it’s loving fat women thursday!!!!!!!!!

it’s loving fat women friday!!!!!!!!!!!

it’s loving fat women saturday!!!!!!!

it’s loving fat women sunday!!!!!!!!!!

koloocheh:

koloocheh:

forget about touching grass, i need to touch THE SEA I NEED TO GO INTO THE WATER I NEED TO DIVE INTO THE SEA!!!!!!!!!!!!

I NEED TO GO IN THERE ⬇️⬇️⬇️‼️‼️‼️

raqhaelia:

i blog for women who crave intimacy but are sooo so scared

peerieweirdo:

the transition in the past two decades from family sitcoms and ‘friends all living together’ sitcoms to workplace comedies signifies a larger shift in how work dominates our lives and leaves no space for traditional family or community raising in this essay i will

stasoumugdala:

“slut era”, I whisper to myself, as I stare at the ceiling, paralyzed by grief and yearning.