I consistently leave social situations feeling like I’ve talked too much and too loudly, and emphatically said things I don’t mean. I leave wishing I’d given more compliments and eaten more slowly. How do other people speak so fluidly, tell their stories so gracefully? I am messy and hungry and always swearing, always starting my sentences without knowing where they’ll end.
I want you to come back. With me. I want us to be together.
God’s Own Country (2017) // dir. Francis Lee
i decided im making my life about love, about comfort, about building a physical safe space for whoever wants to enter it, about light, about satiety and about understanding and compassion
let’s settle this shit but do NOT reblog if you’re gonna be modest about it like a little BITCH. anyway privilege check tell me which ones apply to you: hot, funny, can dance, can do math, can spell, can drive, can cook
All you anti milkers are fools. Imagine a milkless world. No cakes nor pies. What are you putting in your coffee to cool it down? Water? Appley juice? I hate all of you.
must i pursue a career? is it not enough to be passionate about tv shows and snack foods?
“Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them”
Happy International Women’s Day!
bellarke & jeresa parallels
looking out for our princesses™
Saeeda Bai: [sings] Maan: *heart eyes*
A Suitable Boy 1x02
The cognitive dissonance caused by a society that tells its children to “follow their dreams” through messages in films, literature, etc. and then punishes them for not choosing safe, money making careers in adulthood is fascinating, to say the least
“How strange it is to learn and unlearn the word ‘without’ I learn that without is a word that does not sit well in my mouth It is the realization that perhaps the space next to my bed, my heart, was always empty Perhaps you were never there at all Yet my limbs never quite feel like my limbs, Almost as if they remember Your hands fall into place between mine My hands they are lonely I feel nostalgia in my bones It feels a lot like the word without And I am always waiting My heart is always an open door for you An open home I leave the windows wide open The light, all of it, it’s here for you I don’t remember the word anymore”
— On the art of heartbreak
Brené Brown, Daring Greatly
another living boy in New York
this describes all of their personalities (1x01)
derek: athleticism without thinking about it
spencer: yes, he is an adult but also spins absentmindedly in a spinny chair bc spinny chair (also how tf is he able to sit like that)
hotch: trying to figure out when he became the dad of two teenage men
gideon: “someone put me out of my misery”
-Malcolm X (1962)
(Originally found on insta from @ashleighchubbybunny)
