Leigh Bardugo, King Of Scars

𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

Happy pride month to the tiny cowboy and tiny Trojan man from Night at the Museum

I really enjoy the genre of “older literature featuring a really smart but deranged college student who does something really fucked up with his knowledge and has multiple breakdowns over it for the rest of the story.” one because it is entertaining and two it encapsulates the college experience in a way nothing else does.

i like when men think you’re mysterious and quiet but really they just didn’t ask you any questions about yourself at all

In Mojave thinking, body and land are the same. The words are separated only by letters: ’iimat for body, ’amat for land. In conversation, we often use a shortened form for each: mat-. Unless you know the context of a conversation, you might not know if we are speaking about our body or our land. You might not know which has been injured, which is remembering, which is alive, which was dreamed, which needs care, which has vanished.

If I say, My river is disappearing, do I also mean, My people are disappearing?

—Natalie Diaz, from “The First Water Is the Body,” Postcolonial Love Poem

Hello!! Could I request something about similarities between the ocean and space? Please and thank you!!

Kirsten Sims, Mid Air

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Rumi, ‘We are the night ocean filled with glints of light’

M. L. Stedman, The Light Between Oceans

Natalie Wood (attrib.)

Lauren DeStefano, Wither

Concept art for Treasure Planet (2002) dir. Ron Clements and John Musker

Joe Bauman, Thoughts about depth and vastness of space

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

John Masefield, Sea-Fever

Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea

Alan Wilson Watts, The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are

Life of Pi (2012) dir. Ang Lee

Natalie Diaz, “Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.” Postcolonial Love Poem

I'm trapped. #girl

i want a life