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when ethel cain said i’m tired of you still tied to me and when gracie abrams said i see you every night in my sleep anticipating every bad dream and when noah kahan said the ghost you dressed up as sure knows how to haunt and when lee mandelo said come on i love you but this is no life and when micah nemerever said all they were — all they had ever been — was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the other was the sun

“I do not write every day, I read every day, think every day, work in the garden every day, and recognize in nature the same slow complicity. The same inevitability. The moment will arrive, always it does, it can be predicted but it cannot be demanded. I do not think of this as inspiration. I think of it as readiness.”

— Jeanette Winterson, from Art Objects (1995)

james ‘And I thought if you'd ever leave me that I'd be the reason why’ potter

— I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.

One thing I love about studying math is that when you ask any fellow student or prof why they went into math we all say it’s because we find it beautiful. It’s so diametrically opposed to the opinion that everyone else has about math that it feels like some kind of virus that infects you and makes you unable to study anything else

The West has deemed the lives in Iraq and Syria as small print

To 🙌 the 🤔 Dark 🌌🔫 Lord 🙏 I 👁👁 know 🎓😮 I💰 will be 🙋🐝 dead 💀 long 🔨⌛ before ❄ you 👈 read this but I want you ♿ to 💦🌒 know that it was I 💰 who discovered 😎 your 💦 secret. I 👏 have 👏 stolen 💔 the 🗯💰 real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as 🖇🍑 soon 👀 as 👉😏 I 👁 can. I 🤔👁 face death 💀 in 👏👮 the 🙀🔵 hope 🙏 that 😭☘ when 🕙🕗 you meet 💯 your 👣 match you will 🙅🔥 be mortal once 💯😩 more. 🅱 R.A.B

Like emily henry once said “I fucking love writing about love. I love taking my cynical little brain and forcing it to acknowledge one of the greatest, most mysterious, most miraculous experiences you can have as a human being. I love art that requires vulnerability and getting over your own shame, that peels away all the protective layers we pile on ourselves to seem cool, aloof, respectable, smart, worthy to the world around us. I love making books that engage with the terrifying and often humiliating act of hoping! Thank you to the romance writers who've been doing this way longer than I have and the readers who have been brave enough to like what they like in a world that tries to denigrate it, and lastly, fuck the misogyny that belittles stories about women's pleasure and joy”.

jesus fucking christ you don't understand nothing will ever compare to the first time i read adam parrish describing himself as lonesome. like no i am not alone nor lonely exactly i'm just fundamentally apart from people i'm still close with because of reasons outside of my control. like genuinely out of my control i'm not just saying that. i am in pure essence Something Else. an entirely separate item. people love me. like me even. i've got friends. i engage with them in a meaningful way. i am just slightly apart and you can barely see the separation but it is there and girl i feel that separation as if i were feeling myself breathing. is this what it means to exist

puts a bow in his hair and grabs his face to apply lipgloss and sends him to war and he kills 10,000 men