Knowing The Fact That Someone Could Find The Beauty In Ourselves When We Are At Our Worst Feels Bizarre.

— Kelsey Danielle, from “Life And Other Things.”

good morning and happy is it really tuesday tuesday

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, vol. IV: 1944-1947

For long so long, I wanted my silhouette to be on a canvas, with curated hues and forms. I wanted to be photographed in black and white, in polaroids, and framed. For long so long I wanted to be defined, written not in riddles but a prose with footnotes, for long so long I needed adjectives beside my name. For long so long I wanted to be not of flesh but a mirage the world demanded. For long so long I wanted to be understood and not read like a coffee table book. For long so long I wanted to be seen, heard and not be the flowers adorning a room. But now honey, I want to be mundane, I want to be flesh and bone, a living thing with a soul.....................

everytimeyousaygoodbye ©

Do y’all think siblings in medieval times would look at the little beasts in illuminated manuscripts and point at each other like ‘ha! ‘Tis thou!’

u know what makes me cry..... that one van gogh quote about life changing for the better..... “many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.” yeah..... Crying....

obsessed with Her.

— July 28, 1914 / Franz Kafka diaries

vibrant

[shaking myself by the shoulders] i will get better. i will continue. i have no goddamn choice