Irinamitr - I Am Afraid To Own A Soul

DEAD POETS SOCIETY dir. Peter Weir

the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.

— Richard Siken, from Littany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

i'm marking the moments that make me hate men (even more than before) with blue stickers. there's currently only one unused blue sticker left :/ i didn't even finish the book

i never ever said it to anyone but no one here knows me so i feel like i can talk about my sexuality questioning and after thinking about it for a few years and changing my opinion a thousand times i feel like i'm homosexual and panromantic and maaaybe also like demiromantic or greyromantic ? something along the lines.

when you wake up, your whole world’s flipped. it’s just different, and you know you gotta go with it, and that’s just simply growing up, and not see it in a negative way. you have to see it as it’s been given to you. i mean, as much as times can be crazy, you’re going to feel like that’s where you’re supposed to be, you’re not going to feel out of place anymore, you’re going to feel like that’s where you were meant to be. you don’t have to pretend that it’s easy all the time, you just let it go and grow with it and you can’t hold on to the old ‘you’ or the old ‘this’ or the old ‘that’ because, you know, you change. and its not changing in a bad way, its just changing because thats what happens in life. you grow up, everyone moves on, you’re just learning. you stay true to yourself. changing isn’t a bad thing; it never was, but at the end of the day, you know, you’re the same person, and where your heart is, that doesn’t change.

shawn mendes (from his new song “understand”)

beloved is such a good endearment. it’s like so intensely loving, so tender, so succinct & to-the-point. beloved! one who is much loved (by me!)

Sebastian Pether, master of moonlight. Paintings from (1790-1844) Vkontakte

tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.

open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see.