lesbianjudasiscariot:

I’ve Endured, Now What?

Blue Iris - Mary Oliver / So This Is All I Will Ever Be? - Fatima Aamer Bilal / Vive, Vive - Traci Brimhall

oaluz:

“When I am feeling dreary, annoyed, and generally unimpressed by life, I imagine what it would be like to come back to this world for just a day after having been dead. I imagine how sentimental I would feel about the very things I once found stupid, hateful, or mundane. Oh, there’s a light switch! I haven’t seen a light switch in how long! I didn’t realize how much I missed light switches! Oh! Oh! And look– the stairs up to our front porch are still completely cracked! Hello cracks! Let me get a good look at you. And there’s my neighbor, standing there, fantastically alive, just the same, still punctuating her sentences with you know what I’m saying? Why did that bother me? It’s so…endearing.”

— RETURNING TO LIFE AFTER BEING DEAD Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, Amy Krouse Rosenthal (via podencos)

archbudzar:

print available here

drnandi:

“i hope i die warmed by the life that i tried to live”

— Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

300lifetimes:

i think about this scene from pride and prejudice (2005) a whole lot

betrachtung:

my god, there is never any time to recover from the world

fernsandmoss:

“蔵焼けて 障るものなき 月見哉 (Since my house burned down I now own a better view of the rising moon)”

—

Mizuta Masahide, 17th Century Japanese Poet & Samurai (via

missjodi)

rosesofthetwilight:

stevebucky-deactivated20221119:

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brushoflips:

maybuds:

from Loneliness: coping with the gap where friends used to be by Olivia Laing for The Guardian

[Text ID: Last night, I ate dinner with my friend Jenny. In real life, on a warm London evening, forking up aubergine from the same plate. We laughed, shared family news, told each other the things we’d been worrying over. At home, alone in my study, they’d felt insurmountable, a sign that something was irredeemably wrong with me. Under the gentle scrutiny of my friend, they diminished to a normal size: just the grit of everyday traffic with other humans. I walked home feeling buoyant, nearly invincible. I need my friends. I bet you need yours.]

tendernotion:

Life is like yeah I’ll keep enduring and in between I’ll see the beauty of it and I’ll discover yet again that there is always something or someone to love. It’s a continuous stream of those three commodities

existential-celestial:

Malyen Oretsev in Ruin and Rising (Leigh Bardugo)