Clarice Lispector, The Hour Of The Star

missing the way someone used to be is such a restless type of longing. it’s not love or hatred. it’s just forever living with the gap in your life they once filled and won't ever again because they aren't that person anymore

—light snow, silence, the empty streets, the fog, thrilling cold-so much beauty. Like breathing pure oxygen.

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

the chrysanthemum scene from deep end by @aaronstveit

inject this scene into my bloodstream it’s so ,,, like tranquil but deeply impactful?? like you read it and it’s written beautifully and you want to reread it immediately but also just ooft you feel

+ bonus zoom ins on their faces

they call me the problem ignorer for reasons that i know but dont feel like addressing right now

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

please try before assuming you will fail at something and become paralyzed by fear and end up doing nothing. give yourself the chance to try what you’d like to do. maybe you won’t fail. maybe you’ll feel a little better just for trying. no one is judging you as much as you think they are. try.

if they are struggling to love themselves,

how can you expect them to believe that the love you are giving them is real

- unknown