The Reason The Work You’ve Done On How You Feel Doesn’t Seem Like It’s Working Is Because You Need

i am a serene and lovely person. yes absolutely everything bothers me & i go through life in a state of constant aggravation and annoyance & have to physically restrain myself from breaking down in tears over how utterly irritated i am sometimes. but i am serene and lovely nonetheless

My Chemical Romance, "I Never Told You What I Do For A Living" (2004) / Edward John Poynter, The Ides Of March (1883) / William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, III.i.58-60 / Julius Caesar, V.v.13-14 / William Holmes Sullivan, 'Julius Caesar,' Act II, scene 3, The Conspiracy / Julius Caesar, V.i.56-58/ Julius Caesar, II.i.76-81

just learned about the 3D printed project digital grotesque II and it’s a quite a dream

oh to live in a peter brown’s painting

“fuck you my child is fine” ma’am your child was a pleasure to have in class

obsessed with the opposite of the childhood friends trope. what if we were just some guys meeting for the first time with like. no significance

litany in which certain things are crossed out - richard siken // mirages: an unexpurgated diary of anaïs nin, 1939-1947 - anaïs nin // 2x06 - fleabag // love is my religion- ziggy marley // take me to church - hozier // 1950 - king princess // fine line - harry styles // today I'm someone else - chelsea hodson // a letter to fanny brawne, 13 october 1819 - john keats // sacrilege redux - ashe vernon // planet of love - richard siken // song of the fox - margaret atwood // the brothers karamazov - fyodor dostoevsky // sappho // horatio - t. j. klune // red, white, and royal blue - casey mcquinston // the raven king - maggie stiefvater // nox - anne carson // i know what you think of me - tim kreider // figuring - maria popova // journals and miscellaneous notebooks 1838-1842 - ralph waldo emerson // on earth we're briefly gorgeos - ocean vuong // more than friends - faraaz kazi // red doc> - anne carson // 3x10 - wtfock // red, white, and royal blue - casey mcquinston // jenny slate // an oresteia - euripides (trans. anne carson) // wuthering heights - emily brontë // the song of achilles - madeline miller // global cultures: a transnational short fiction reader - elisabeth young-bruehl // red, white, and royal blue - casey mcquinston // a child's definition of love // small wire - anne sexton // the dead poet's society - peter weir // our beutiful life when it's filled with shreiks - christopher citro // stay here - gaho // keith haring diaries - keith haring // latin phrase // hozier // dooms day - bastille // guilty of dust - frank bidart

simmer - hayley williams / the bell jar - sylvia plath / cop car - mitski / judith slaying holofernes - artemisia gentileschi / fast as you can - fiona apple / animal- aurora / salome - jean benner / tonight i am someone else - chelsea hodson / wishbone - richard siken / ride - lana del rey

I was so cruel to my body, & still it never once faltered in kicking/screaming/fighting me alive. I could not imagine a love as steady as the one I hated more than any other.

Swallowing blood, swallowing tears, legs brimming in too-sharp angles

— Topaz Winters, from “battlefield,” poems for the sound of the sky before thunder

Caroline Bird