Its either yeet or be yeeten

old fashioned by maisie peters is the black dog’s younger sister and i’ll die on this hill

“I knew you, through the daze of the blades of the grass in the summer, parachutes for the free fall of being younger” is an insane first three line run

a single, solitary, earth-shattering note thunders across the battlefield like a tsunami.

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

the “PowerPoint night” was a kind of early twenty-first century literary salon fashionable among the youth of the period

i don’t know. i’m barely a person. i just want to be kind and hold someone’s hand. eat an ice cream cone. stare at the lake. feel the sun on my skin. lay in the grass. run through a sprinkler. it’s so easy to forget life is supposed to feel like a deep breath and not a gasp

my favorite thing about the mystery genre is that we all accept the concept of "world famous detective" without hesitation even though that is absolutely not a real category of celebrity

ur future nurse is using chapgpt to glide thru school u better take care of urself