Obsessed With Stories Where You Can Never Go Home

do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time

Edinburgh looks like a dark academia paradise

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

i call this the 'I'm normal about media' moodboard

anyone else been letting the days go by? letting the water hold you down?

teens in 1848 be like “dni if you read degenerate literature like w/uthering h/eights”

The goldfinch only becomes more heart breaking in hindsight. You read within the first five pages that no one ever made Theo feel loved like his mother did, and it’s sad because “aw he has no good people in his life who love him” but then you read the book and see Mrs Barbour who loves Theo as one of her own, who slowly gets better, who comes back to life just from being NEAR Theo. And Hobie who teaches him everything he knows, who is always there for him even when Theo turns his back on him, who after everything forgives Theo without a second thought. And of course Boris. Boris who holds him through nightmares, who sings him songs about little kittens, who kisses his own blood off his knuckles. And you realise the tragedy isn’t that nobody loved him, it’s that Theo hated himself too much to see their love.

All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

Fortesa Latifi // The Truth About Grief

11.11.2021

French lesson 11 and I still make mistakes in dictation after 8 years of studying french

the professors start talking about exams and I don’t feel mentally ready

Every time we have a Japanese lesson, half of the class doesn’t understand and feels stupid (I’m part of this half)

I’m not studying linguistics anymore

I hope your week is going better than mine🥲

Franz Wright, from “East Boston, 1996; Night Walk,” in God’s Silence