Ada Limón, from “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air”, The Carrying: Poems

Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments (trans. Richard Howard) [ID in ALT]

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but you see her on instagram and it was never really said that you guys aren’t friends but one day she stopped answering and you stopped texting and it’s not like the wound is a cavern but it is a diagram of what if in red letters. you want to tell her nice lipstick that’s a good color but the last time you spoke it was stilted and awkward 

how do you say goodbye, you know? it’s not an unfriend and block kind of situation. but you watch the people you once loved go on and have a life and you’re outside of it. and it’s bittersweet because of course it’s okay that you’re both thriving. but she used to be who you’d call if you needed to cry. she used to be who’d you’d be binge watching the new series with. you used to be hers, in a way, even if that way wasn’t permanent. and now she’s someone else and so are you and your friendship is clicking heart shapes next to pictures where she smiles next to people you’ve never met. you know where her birthmark is. she knows where you’ve buried your dead.

the poets and the singers and the authors write about romantic love when it ends. but nobody tells you how to get over a friend.

i don’t WANT to own and drive a vehicle‼️‼️‼️ *throws things across the room with my telekinesis*

Andrea Gibson

the world is not scary plus im strong as hell

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)

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It seems like no one these days wants a weird girl who can’t drive

they nappin’

you are not a machine. you are more like a garden. you need different things on different days. a little sun today, a little less water tomorrow. you have fallow and fruitful seasons. it is not a design flaw. it is wiser than perpetual sameness. what does your garden need today?

On Jameson and rage