The Real Danger Of Spending Too Much Time With Friends Is You Stumble Out Of Ten Days Of Happiness And

I think I should take a break from scrolling through the endless cacophony of bad

from hildegard of bingen - the woman of her age by fiona maddocks

TW : Transphobia

There's something otherworldly about the way the scent of wet earth hits your senses and you feel nothing but at peace with the world

the empty queen: my life is for the people of naboo

star wars meets the eras of feminism, valerie estelle frankel / attack of the clones script third draft, cut dialogue / the phantom menace script / anne carson / judith herman / star wars tales #5, terry moore / constance grady

"I see you chose the strawberry-milk variant."

"You got a problem with that, giggle mug?"

Went to a Boba place recently that played Jazz music outside and it reminded me of an old black and white detective film 🧋

Motivational things to send in the group chat

E. Hughes, from "My Mother at Twenty-One"

you were a touch of lips that breathed air into my stuttering lungs an arm around my shoulders that sparked my fluttering heart a first-aid kit stitching my anger back together a cool press of fingers swiping gentle against the fever and then you were the whisper of a bullet guarding my six the glint of a sniper scope that struck hope, not fear the heavy march of boots always right behind mine

it was you. it was you. it was always you.

and i always knew i would have died a hundred times over without you.

you are echoes in the empty chambers of my heart screams in the air that clamour in my lungs a nightmare repeating like a skipping record you are still seventy years of empty spaces a ghost that still lives and breathes and screams a memory that lingers in my every footstep

i never did learn how to live without you.

and i should have known when my heart stubbornly kept on beating that you were not gone.

- by sylvie (j.p.)