good morning tumblrinas
But I still don't know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, But I can't contain my soul from enveloping yours !
Web weaving about holding hands an emotion
{quotes:Mary Ruefle/uk/Francis Forever Song by Mitski/The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones by Natalie Diaz/Hélène Cixous, from “Olivier De Serres- A Single Passion Two Witnesses,” Love Itself: In the Letter Box (Polity Press, 2008) /uk /Saadi Youssef, from ‘Solos on the Oud’, Without an Alphabet, Without a Face: Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa) /fatima aamer bilal, from her garden yearns more for visitors than water. }
I was initially planning on being a casual fan, but then I thought, why not just let it consume my soul instead?
Barbie BF Oppenheimer GF
my internal monologue is better than any podcast. wish you guys could hear this shit
𝗛𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀: *has a literal hellhound to guard the underworld*
𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗛𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀: *when he sees Cerberus* CUTIE ALERT 🚨 stop 🤚 right there young pupper‼️‼️where's my little cuppy cake 🍰 cuddle train 🚂 go choo choo 💨 next stop ⛔ you 💕 whose my sweet little baby boy 😘😘 you ‼️‼️ yes you are 💗💗
do you ever just lay there listening to music on your headphones and you can hear every drumroll and every awesome bassline and the piano in the background and the wailing guitars and all the little details you never noticed before and you get so lost in it the next time you look up it's three in the morning