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I'm going to fuck that nerd

somewhere in my dreams i live in the same city you were born in wearing the same old worn out linen

in these reveries of mine you play and talk too loud, you often drive me crazy too

somewhere in these dreams the skies haven’t lost their color and I haven’t lost you

I am a grown ass adult and I still get nausea when I feel like I'm in trouble. They're gonna send me to the principals office and take away my toys for a week. Can you just fucking kill me instead of making me stew in my fucking anxiety

we’re making love in the afterlife

- A Psalm for the Wild-Built, Becky Chambers // kagonekoshiro

the thing about having a job is i just don’t want to do it. Sorry

We journey towards a home that does not halo our head with a special sun.

Mythical women applaud us. A sea for us, a sea against us.

-Mahmoud Darwish [Unfortunately, It Was Paradise]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

April, 1932 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]

— Amal El-Mohtar, from This Is How You Lose the Time War (via lunamonchtuna)

@academia-lucifer

me and the gang

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

my blog is just one long love letter to myself and all the people i used to be

If You Go Away, Rod McKuen (English adaptation of "Ne me quitte pas" ("Don't leave me") by Jacques Brel)

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals [ID in alt text]

Sylvia Plath, from a letter featured in The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. 1: 1940-1956

that time of the month

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis

Sylvia Plath

Not to be a slut or anything but can someone come lie on top of me and kiss me like you've needed to your whole life

D. H. Lawrence, from The Complete Novels and Writings of D. H. Lawrence

living, laughing, losing my fucking mind

im sinking into myself but hey the sky looks so beautiful

should i be the prey and feel wanted or yearn and hunt for it

what is a sinner to me , a mirror reflecting back on me

Take me to an art Museum,

Kiss me between the paintings.

There are poems inside you which paper can't handle

I love people who read