dandelionaesthetic

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ok but life is too short to even really care. i am embracing shamelessness until shame does not exist in my dictionary at all

at my funeral, the audience will watch my favourite comfort movie and whoever checks their phone first gets disinherited.

i hate when other people are funnier than me.

the special relationship is as strong as ever, lads

vegans making honey a bee labour issue is the funniest thing imaginable because like, you picked the one animal that has already unionised

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[text ID: I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say, 'Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fears or restraint because the world is ending tomorrow.' ]

if wired earphones have a million fans i am one of them. if wired earphones have ten fans i am one of then. if wired earphones have one fan i am that fan. so on and so forth i can’t remember the rest of this meme

making bad art and dressing weirdly and collecting random things and listening to silly music is actually so important

Jane Austen really said ‘I respect the “I can fix him” movement but that’s just not me. He’ll fix himself if knows what’s good for him’ and that’s why her works are still calling the shots today.

i love when i pull up a google doc and type poetry in it at 3am thinking im having a moment of inspired genius and i look at it the next day and its the stupidest shit i have literally ever read

- February 27, 1922

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[ID: "February 27. Slept badly in the afternoon; everything is changed; my misery pressing me hard again." End ID]

just some of the the changes in design for the Penguin Symbol on old Penguin Paperbacks 

warmth of the sun, ron hicks | from a letter to milena, franz kafka

oh so you’re just going to wear a black turtleneck?? like some kind of slut????

Doesn't the ice hurt when we skate on her?

Hundreds of blades cutting through her skin

But she doesn't cry, she resist as she hurts

When she is carrying all these lovebirds

To feel like being killed as others fall in love

With everyone but you, this must be hell

I'll write love poems to you ice, my beloved

So you don't feel alone while being cut up.

how is there so much going on inside of my head but aIso literally nothing

tumblr banning the #girl and #weed... huge loss for the three weed smoking girlfriends industry

hades explaining that he’s the god of the dead, not the god of death

the sheer intimacy of getting a used book, seeing a stranger’s annotations on it, and feeling so utterly connected to someone you’ve never met >>>>>>>

someone wrote this inside of the copy of the little prince i got at the thrift store

”Life is always just today and the today you have to try to enjoy, not tomorrow or the day after”

At this point notes app poetry is what I stay alive for...

"I would rather die of passion than of boredom."

Vincent Van Gogh

I think I understand why you call yourself Atlas now.

You don't have to be a man to be so stony-faced,

Muscles frozen from a backhand's winter wind.

The weight of the world isn't so heavy, you tell me,

It's all you've ever carried, your back broken in a bow.

Do you bow to an audience, stony-faced girl?

Is it their mistaken applause you crave,

Or do you bow because it's all you know?

You're a beautiful performer, Atlas. That's clear to me,

You dance so gracefully across this shattered stage.

I hear you tell yourself the ringing in your ears

Was just the echo of an orchestra,

A symphony of shouts in minor key.

Don't you bow to this world, performer.

Bite the backhand with a smile.

Disobey this heartless world you know.

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@kriszkriszdreamland love you

To all the people who've already put up their outside Christmas decoration, I see you and I appreciate you so much

"I can fix him" You can't even fix your sleep schedule bestie

Bodyparts are falling from the sky

An I'm trying to piece you together

I can't seem to find the parts that fit

Sometimes you're too small, or too big

But I try relentlessly to build your body

Don't even realize it's a monster I've created

It doesn't have your smile, darling

It's my fault probably, but I swear I'm trying

So I'll just redo it again, and again

Until my hands are bleeding,

And my eyes are blinded from the building

And I collapse on the chest of the monsters I've created.

theindianexpress / pascalchampion / hozier, ‘to noise making’ / titanic (1997) dir. james cameron / my chemical romance, ‘sing’ / abc news / dead poets society (1989) dir. peter weir / bertolt brecht

i made a dead poets quiz! y’all can find out which of the boys you are!

https://uquiz.com/g86z3W 

there you go hope you enjoy!

je suis struggling

Till death, we do art.