Loid: Head Empty No Thoughts Only Yor

knowing the fact that someone could find the beauty in ourselves when we are at our worst feels bizarre. because i wish i could see myself as the way they see me through their eyes too.

i think love is when i put myself to bed even when im tired, and i carry myself up the stairs even though my knees ache. and i think love is when i buy myself a coffee when im broke, and i know that ill get myself back later. and i think love is letting myself love someone, even though i am so scared. love is a heavy thing that carries you as much as you carry it.

nothing to add to this you said it all..

— March 22, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries

— December 5, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries

Julia de Burgos, tr. by Jack Agüeros, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos; "To Julia de Burgos"

[Text ID: "in all my poems I undress my heart."]

the Dream Synopsis 💭

and lives were changed. including the 14 yo me.

CAUSE BABY I COULD BUILD A CASTLEEEEEE

No one is ever holy without suffering.

- Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

The survival rate of human babies is shockingly impressive considering how fragile they are and how many terrible parents exist.