head full but i dont even know what’s in there
I wish you all very good sex. if you don't like sex, I wish you a very good romance. if you don't want either of them. I wish you a very good bowl of soup and some bread, mate.
anything that catches my fancy ends up here -Abby- 20s -she/her- technically my main but find me elsewhere more often
I was watching some of Hozier’s old Friday Poetry instagram videos, and upon closing a collection of Yeats he literally sighed and said “Oh, William” with the same voice with which I might add ‘we’re really in it now’
I wish you all very good sex. if you don't like sex, I wish you a very good romance. if you don't want either of them. I wish you a very good bowl of soup and some bread, mate.
Image ID: A subdued yellow toned painting of the corner of a kitchen area lit by large french windows. It is early morning and the white kitchen is dark except where the windows create squares of yellow. The brushstrokes are somewhat visible, and the painting includes a bowl of fruit on the counter, a dishwasher, a shiny sink faucet, a toaster oven partially off-screen and a large but sparsely branched tree in the background between rooftops and mountains in the distance. End ID
This World Without Miracles, Jane Shore
[ID: Now I feel I am learning / how to grow into the space i was always meant / to occupy, into a self I can know.”]
Casual cruelty has become so ingrained in a lot of people because we live in a society that is structured in a cruel way. To be quite honest you are obligated to consider the harm of your words and actions no matter your personal hardships.
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