Yeah Yeah Yeah Girlhood Is Grief And Godhood And Cruelty Or Whatever But Also Girlhood Is Your Friend

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

A concept.

  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]

Lets say, hypothetically, my lover's got humor and for the sake of debate... lets say, she's the giggle at a funeral.

I need a lot of affection and some rough sex

Lauren Ernwein by Szilveszter Mako for Vogue Hong Kong March 2022. Lisa Jarvis and Sean Kunjambu (Fashion Editors/Stylists), Massimo Di Stefano (Hair Stylist), Vanessa Icareg (Makeup Artist).

style inspiration: @filmnoirsbian

and I know I hurt you. I know it must have hurt a lot. but I need you to see that you hurt me too.

no, I don't want an apology. all I want is that you look at me and see that you have hurt me too. that it hurt a lot, too.

“i read the book you recommended” is a love language.