Glimpses

i swear it is physically impossible for me to read a mary oliver quote without immediately having to hold back tears. "you do not have to be good" and "someone i loved once gave me a box of darkness. it took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift" and "i don't want to end up having simply visited this world" and "to love what is mortal against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go" and "it is a serious thing / just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world" and oh fuck it's happening again

i log in. i reblog quotes and poems and posts that slice me in half or whatever. i log out

gatekeeping my soul. I am for myself and the ones I love exclusively.

my only two moods ever are tenderness and hysteria

i survived a tuesday, and for what? wednesday? disgusting.

i need like 9 cigarettes and a gunshot to the face

Love is a choice. It's not something that just happens to us, but something that we actively decide to give and receive. It requires effort, commitment, and sacrifice, but it can also bring great rewards.

the theme that always resonates me the most in stories is “the world is cruel; therefore I won’t be.”

We can't ibuprofen our way outta this one boys