*writes Two Lines Of A Poem That I’m Mildly Pleased With*

ArM ChOpPiNg iS NOT a LoVe LaNgUaGe

youre doing great op hang in there

I saw somebody be wrong on the internet and I didn’t respond (don’t want to get involved) and I’m being SO brave about it

“Imagine having a child that refuses to hug you or even look you in the eyes”

Imagine being shamed, as a child, for not showing affection in a way that is unnatural or even painful for you. Imagine being forced, as a child, to show affection in a way that is unnatural or even painful for you. Imagine being told, as a child, that your ways of expressing affection weren’t good enough. Imagine being taught, as a child, to associate physical affection with pain and coercion.

Anybody else have a growing fear of updating their tech cuz everything seems to be getting worse and worse

god gives his most specific, hard to explain genders to his strongest dykes

can we talk abt how ambrosious's url is canonically "loins_of_gold". like. this man.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry for me has the same kind of tender mysticism people associate with Vincent Van Gogh

One a writer that draws, and the other a painter that writes; both sharing the ideal of finding joy and love in the little things - joy tainted with melancholy, often, but joy nonetheless - and love. So much of it.

And both men gone too soon.

Vincent's paintings still have an impact on people, as do his letters. Antoine's writing still touches many, as do his doodles.

I can picture The Little Prince in The Wheat Fields

can someone fucking linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. can someone fucking forget their scarf in my life & come back later for it. please

OH MY GOD?

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

my form of contraband is smuggling food and coffee into libraries. sorry book gods but a girl has to eat something besides words.