Sylvia Plath, From The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

Alexander Goltz

Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "Excursion"

[Text ID: I am a tourist / in my own life, / gazing at the exotic shapes / of flowers / as if someone else / had planted them;"]

I never wish to be easily defined

Franz Kafka

Ethel Anna Stephens (Australian, 1880-1944): Pantheon, from the Garden, 1921 (via Bonhams)

Point Bonita lighthouse, oil on canvas. — Frederick Ferdinand Schafer (American/German, 1839-1927)

The Lagoon Nebula © Lisa Bromfield

“When I’m depressed, I feel like I’m a T-Rex who wants to clap her hands but can’t. Then you said you’d be a T-Rex too and clapped my hand. We’d sing, “If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.” I said thank you and hugged you Then you said that we need longer hands to hug We need to evolve to have longer hands And we’ll figure it out together.”

— 09/24/13, anastasiasyah

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

James finally deciding to confess his feelings to Reg, planning it out in his head and bigging himself up beforehand. He even has a date idea planned on the off chance that his feelings are reciprocated. He goes to bound up to him outside the changing rooms after a quidditch match with a huge grin but stops in his tracks when he hears Reg talking about James to his friends and just completely insulting him, somehow managing to hit every insecurity James has without even knowing he was listening. James' mood is instantly crushed and he just walks off miserably to sit with his friends and pretend nothing happened completely missing the part where Reg's friends tease him about having a crush on James.

Yayyy