I Am Here And You Are There And Summer Evening Air Warm And Close To The Skin Like A Lover’s Breath

Golden Dust ✨ gifs made by me :)

sometimes making tea is less about drinking it and more about desperately hoping to achieve the life of a ghibli character

“You will not always be the smartest person in the room, and you will not always be the strongest or the funniest or the most talented. But you can always be brave and you can always be kind, and these are the things you should be every minute of every day for the rest of your life. Because yes, those other things, they’re great things. But these things are better.”

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I so understand this.

Tmw you find yourself explaining maladaptive dreaming to someone and then you realize no one asked and you’re by yourself in your room at 12 am

longing for a touch, longing to be held in someone's arms, without a rush, without time and space between you two

what is it if not the greatest pleasure and the most vicious curse of the human kind

Not to be controversial or anything, but if you identify yourself with dark academia but you don’t uses the lessons of past, in novels and general history, to reflect and better the present, the only academic you are is of ignorance.

The point of studying text and art and history is not to just appreciate it but to understand, analysis and apply it, as a means to shape a better present and future.

For example if you love blood brother but only analysis it in the context of class relations of the time it was wrote, and not also as a way to show how little we have changed dispute as a culture knowing that our system was wrong, you are not a academic. You are a fan.

There is nothing wrong with that but despite what Wilde says art has use beyond enjoyment, beyond the singular, it reflects the history of a society and it’s emotions. It reflects how we got here and reminds us that as we changed once we can change again, through action.

So if in this lockdown you have turned away from social media in favour of books and art, the next time you read othello or to kill a mockingbird remember that is not a past we have moved on from. George flyod lived and breathed as we did. But now he is dead, and there is something you can do to prevent that same fate of innocent black people.

Stand up, step up and fight together ✊🏾

happy birthday, @chaandajaan 💛🍊

"did you ever sleep in a field of orange trees in bloom? the air which one inhales deliciously is a quintessence of perfumes. it is like opium prepared by fairy hands." // guy de maupassant

At this point it’s like who am I not in love with

I've written a long-ass rant about this episode and decided to not post it. I keep it short instead. Well... short-ish. WHAT EVEN WAS THIS SHIT SHOW THAT I JUST LAID MY EYES ON TO. It had so much potential, it could be so poetic and strong and meaningful. And I'm sure it is poetic and meaningful on the paper. But the reality is just... fucking disappointing. Where is my baby angel?! Where is Castiel, the president of our clown country?!

The very last episode better be the cry worthy, soul crushing and hopeful and beautiful shit we want. Let's all manifest the gayest show finale, k? The one that we actually deserve in here.

“Heat index was 110 degrees so we offered him a cold drink. He went for a full body soak instead“

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