I haven’t been on tumblr for quite as long as a lot of people but over several years I’ve noticed this interesting gradual sorta,, shift in the general culture? that it went from this mostly depressed, nihilistic outlook where people would regularly joke about hating themselves and being hopeless and depressed, to a wave of vehemence of “STOP hating everything actually the world is Good and you deserve love!!!” type posts, to now, where those aggressive ‘PSAs’ have faded away and instead I regularly see people romanticizing simple things like stars and hot tea and rainy mornings, and waxing poetic about their friends, and just trying to put love out there. and I don’t know exactly what that means (someone who knows more than me could probably say something smart about generational expression and trauma or popular perception of mental health and whatnot), but I do know that it makes my heart very full to see people learn to love the world and themselves by extension, and a whole userbase adopting healthier coping mechanisms, and therefore teaching the younger users to do so as well. I might just be following different people, but I really do think we’ve grown. everyone has grown. five years ago it wasn’t unusual for the next post on my dash to be a scathing commentary on why nothing matters or an anon ripping into someone they barely knew or someone complaining about how pathetic their interests are. now I have mutuals who get excited and spam reblog art of cows and friends I see tagging each other in pictures of frogs and strangers writing paragraphs about how much I matter. it makes me happy. idk. just an observation I wanted to make. I think people are good and everyone’s just trying their best at the end of the day
the tips of my fingers grazing over infinite titles.
“Follow the wandering, the distraction, find out why the mind has wandered; pursue it, go into it fully. When the distraction is completely understood, then that particular distraction is gone. When another comes, pursue it also.”
— Jiddu Krishnamurti
“My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart.”
— Rabindranath Tagore
#yes
That's it. That's their friendship.
Charles Bukowski, "no title," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire
Not knowing names of songs I liked in a public place will forever come to haunt me in my dreams.
The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.
(from Carolyn Forché's The Country Between Us)
Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go.
- Mary Reufle -
Take my hands in your hands, teach me to remember, teach me not to remember.
(from H.D.'s piece, "Helen in Egypt")
My hands wanted to touch your hands because we had hands.
(from Frank Bidart's poem, In the Western Light)
We held hands.
I was wondering what it would be like to have a home of your own where you could come and go, where people would be welcome, where you would never be frightened again.
-Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal
Holding Hands- A Love Language
"Because I'm starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. Being okay with ripping yourself to shreds, so the other person can stay whole"
- Olive, the Love Hypothesis
Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"
(pretentious pen name to make it seem like im cool check) ENFP-T/Pisces/ love writing :)
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