Reckless Abandon

on a family who's only a family when the blinds are shut

{ why be happy when you can be normal by jeanette winterson / perhaps the world ends here by joy harjo / nearby if need be by honeysuckle / @rotmance / @creacherkeeper / mercy by rudy francisco / @creacherkeeper / housekeeping by marilynne robinson / a bridge by inara george / ashe vernon }

[ID: 10 images of text for a litstack

1: I was hurt. / It is never too late to learn to love. / But it is frightening.

2: It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to e human. We make men at it, we make women.

3: I don't really know what to say to you / I never really know what to say to you / but I will always be / nearby if need be

4: imaging singing 'i am drowning, there is no sign of land, you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand' with hundreds of other people and your voices blending together into one sea. for a crowd to take those horrifically tragic lyrics and make it something communal, something connective.

5: not so much "came back wrong" as "came back exactly the same and you only saw the monstrous in me anyway"

6: If I am ever caught in the wrong place / at the wrong time, just being alive / and not bothering anyone, / I hope I am greeted / with the same kind / of mercy.

7: [...] never had any hope of unpacking and i think for a while she was just. vicious. like unconsciously trying to scare him away until she finally finally realized like. he cares and there's nothing i can do about that

8: [...] memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep us waiting long.

9: Are you lonely? / Can you hear me? / I'm talking out loud / Trying to understand just how it is you feel / But I don't want to say too much / But I don't want to say too much / I just want to be here

10: So maybe this time, love doesn't kick down the door-- / doesn't rattle the windows or plant weeds in the flower garden. / Maybe you can't smell the smoke because, / for once, / nothing is burning.

My house of stone

Your ivy grows

oi fuck off youre not coming in

Faberry - If you were gay In which Rachel tries to get Quinn to admit that she is, in fact, a pressed lemon.

OKAY SO I’ve been thinking about what I would put in here for far too long so this list is longer than I planned but here are the fics I think about/reread the most (note: I spend most of my time in the au tags so that’s the majority of this list):

Cadentibus Astris and The Once and Future Alien by @bibliophile-rhino-nerd

In Every Life, In Every Other World by Khart9

Supercorp Marvel AU by @bandwidthlimit and @happypugstuff

the robie cinematic universe by @i-am-robie

The Fifth Wall by @blackteaandbones

You & Me & Holiday Wine by @ekingston

she’s cursed by @fixyfics

The Arctic Station by Forage

Accidentally Until It’s Not by @indathreneblue

you’re gonna carry that weight by @mooosicaldreamz

pour me a drink by lunchables

i’m almost me again (she’s almost you) by @lostariels

love like on a silver screen by powergrapes

Lena Luthor: hot girl bummer by Rouser

Oath of Office by @uninspired--poet

At the Catch by @filament-max

I’ll be looking at the moon but I’ll be seeing you by @ayeti

in too deep by @contagiousiridescence

the future starts slow by @inanotheruniversemusings

Tasting the Talent by @legalizesupercorp

if music be the food of love, play on by @lovepotionnumber5

This Time by NeedyLoneWolf

All will be well, as long as you stay by my side by @thornedrose44

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.