There’s Nothing. There Was Nothing, Either. Because… Nothing. And The Streets Go On And There’s

i look in the mirror, i lose my mind a little, i cry on public transport, i walk through a fluorescent supermarket, i have slow and confusing dreams at night. you know how it is

frank o’hara, from biotherm (for bill berkson)

—Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami.

Amy Lowell, from lilacs in “the complete poetical works of Amy Lowell”

huge shoutout to trees and also rain

" वैसे तो शास्त्रों में लिखा हुआ है पर मैंने whatsapp पे पढा था "

-Paatal lok (2020)

What the album Obscured by clouds- Pink Floyd feels like to me

“It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed.”

— Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise (via beeghosts)

do you think about how medieval types were walking around and could imagine a fade haircut in their minds eye but knew that would be really hard to get anywhere

Officially a tumblr fandom person now