bloodline

when you’re a slutty virgin, a reclusive flaneuse, a heretic saint, a hedonist mystic, an illiterate writer… the duality

When Toni Morrison said the grandeur of life is the attempt, not the solution… And how she went on to explain that it’s about behaving as beautifully as one can under completely impossible circumstances. The power that has, you know? It’s really just the making room for what breathes in the presence of the attempt. In the coming-to-be. 

This is the one.

um. what is jopping

ok, here’s my uquiz: which type of love interest would you be in a dating simulator? :)

“suffering feels religious if you do it right” no shut up it doesn’t. my friends laughing in the kitchen while i make dinner feels religious. the sun on my face after a long winter feels religious.

like on the one hand the lovecraft method of not describing a monster and saying "it was soooo scary you guys you should've seen it it was SO scary" is just demonstrably shitty but also like. are you ever engaging with some kind of horror media and there's this horrible horrible tension building up to the reveal of the Creature and you're just filled with this awful dread and then the creature actually gets revealed and there's this moment of like. disappointed relief bc what it actually is could never measure up to what your mind conjured up in that moment

This is what hozier meant when he says he falls a little bit in love everyday with someone new

I once watched a girl in the produce aisle pick up a bushel of bananas that were precariously perched on the edge and move them farther back and under her breath she said “there you go sweeties - that will be more comfortable” before shuffling off and… I think about her often.

« Silent lovers » is such a sweet way to put it.

I was driving on the highway and passed a dude absolutely JAMMING alone in his car, doing those little half dance moves you do when you’re stuck sitting down in a small space, bellowing unheard lyrics at the top of his lungs, and my instant reaction was to think “I love you.” And then to pray he had a good day, or whatever, because those fleeting moments of connection are so incredible.

nature is healing

i go to bed. i am consumed by overwhelming loneliness. i stare at the ceiling. i long for something i can’t name. i question if i’m real. i see a funny little meme on my phone and laugh hysterically for several minutes. i get too invested in an unrealistic fantasy. i pass out around three.