way to go, tiger

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

willing and able- noah kahan/ option on a poll from @stargirldotcom/ frog and toad/ @death-born-aphrodite/ our last night- better than ezra/ @stargirldotcom/ everything, everywhere, all at once/ @death-born-aphrodite/ calvin and hobbes

And then you can’t even say shit about bc people start trying to put you in a jacket and shit. Like omg it’s so strict???

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I'm consumed by grief

Tove Ditlevsen, from a poem featured in There Lives a Young Girl in Me Who Will Not Die: Selected Poems

web weave finds that made me want to claw my eyes out

the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948

burn lake - carrie foutain/the beauty of the husband: a fictional essay in 29 tangos - anne carson/ @ojibwe/ bigger than the whole sky - taylor swift/the basil and josephine stories - f. scott fitzgerald/lies about sea creatures - ada limó/zami: a new spelling of my name - audre lorde

I wonder if you wish for a different daughter instead of me. - user jay says on medium/twenty - silas melvin/@/eternaldroplets on twitter/if my body could speak - blythe baird/mother - maia baia/home is not a country; "mama" - safia elhillo/acts of desperation - megan nolan

in my head you're alive and we sit down for dinner and talk it all out