I Just Know Tumblr Is My App Bc Where Else Could I Rant My Current Hyperfixation In The Bouts Of My Sporadic

— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

on a more personal note — i miss writing fervently, reading into the night, learning to quench that unquenchable thirst for knowledge; i've had a tumultuous couple of months, but as soon as finals are over and i'm on break, i will be returning to myself, to study dead languages, to read, to watch operas and plays, and rediscover myself in the margins of my notebooks, in late nights of classical music, hands stained black and blue with ink, feeling the rush, the sheer danger of creation, of writing, of poetry

oh the urge to be part of a hedonistic slightly deranged secret society

cindy kimberly for alo by lo nightly

"match my freak!" match my open-mindedness, match my creativity, match my curiosity, match my ability to feel emotions so deeply for the people I never met and the world I never experienced that I travel universes for them

btw curating a beautiful environment is about honouring yourself. when you choose to surround yourself with things that are well-made, thoughtfully designed, and meaningful, you affirm that your daily experience matters. investing in quality over convenience sends a subconscious message of self-worth that is completely foundational to building a better life.

Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

poems to read while having breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay 

I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

[you fit into me] by Margaret Atwood

You by Carol Ann Duffy

Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Blessed be the spectacle by Lev St. Valentine

You Are Tired (I Think) by E.E. Cummings

Hope you're well. Please don't read this by Lev St. Valentine

To Say Dark Things by Ingeborg Bachmann

Lilichka by Vladimir Mayakovski

Love and Hate by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

Sanctuary by Jean Valentine

the winter sun says fight by Peter Gizzi

The More Loving One by W. H. Auden

A Primer For The Small Weird Loves by Richard Siken

Dirty Valentine by Richard Siken

Morning by Frank O Hara

We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye by Anna Akhmatova

You'll Live, But I'll Not… by Anna Akhmatova

from “An Attempt at Jealousy” by Marina Tsvetaeva

The Last Toast by Anna Akhmatova

In Dream by Anna Akhmatova

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

Talking In Bed by Philip Larkin

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats

La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating