Also Shoutout To One Of The Old English Spellings Of “strawberry,” streawberige

touch is a primal language, like thought, or pain. we learn it before we can walk - being held by our parents, shoved by other children, licked by friendly animals. it is our first interface into the world around us, our first way to communicate.

take a deep breath and remember: you are loved and precious and unique, no one is capable of thinking the way you do or seeing the world through your eyes. you are unlike anyone else.

why the FUCK is nobody pulling me in by my necktie in an empty boarding school classroom to messily kiss me then call me a pretentious little prick and shove me away as soon as someone walks in?

it’s homophobic is what it is

(mlm only!)

how to fall asleep quickly in a way that doesnt involve drugs or blunt trauma

A frog that speaks French but only if its alone

Constellations. A fourteen weeks course in descriptive astronomy. 1870.

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ancient greek word of the day: πυριστεφής (pyristephēs), fire-wreathed or crowned

dark academia vintage ephemera I received in the mail today

Cygnus Skyscape

“And you are my sacred book. My poem.” 

 – Umar Timol, from “Blood”, translated by Susan Wicks