it lingers for your whole life - katie maria/the sun is also a star - nicola yoon/the lost girls: a poetry collection on girlhood, grief, and growing up - lyra wren/crush - richard siken/unknown/on earth we're briefly gorgeous - ocean vuong/ @emmajadepaige/stick season - noah kahan/promises of gold - josé olivarez/matilda - harry styles/susan smith - wych elm/tangerine - nolune/#6 - aroara/right now - gracie abrams/love & a loaded gun - emily rose cole/someday I'll love - ocean vuong/ @parentless-suggestions/unknown/the burning - venetta octavia/you can love him but you can't keep him - @pencap/a poem from the adult daughter to the narcissistic mother: not your fault, not mine, just is - katherine fabrizio/courtney love prays to oregon - clementine von radics
Last night I couldn't sleep and couldn't sleep just because I wanted so badly to spill over to someone. I feel that I'm cut off from all humankind. I feel like putting my head on your shoulder and weeping from sheer homesickness.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath wr. c. June 1951 featured in Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963
I absolutely adore Éponine, she’s one of my favorite characters (in general, not just in Les Mis), so no one take it the wrong way when I say I absolutely prefer the Bishop being the one to lead Valjean to Heaven in the epilogue. Not so much musically, but more so from a character standpoint. The Bishop is the one who saved Valjean’s soul. Valjean would not know G-d if not for Myriel; so of course Myriel is the best man to lead him to Heaven. The ideal production, to me, has the Bishop leading Valjean to Heaven and also has Javert in Heaven. Unfortunately, such productions seem to not exist (and I am so so so so willing to be corrected about that).
every night I think “wow this might be the night I go to bed early” and every time without fail I fuck it up
@ryebreadgf/@delicatethunders/@ 1victiim23 on twitter/orson scott card/unknown/origin of the marble forest - gregory orr/i can’t unsee my childhood - nivya/unknown/@inanotherunivrse/seven - taylor swift
However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras.
i hope that in 2025 u get to take more walks, read more books, connect with more people whom u love and who love u, achieve ur goals (even if ur goals are having no goals and just living in the moment), exercise fun hobbies, move from a place of self-direction, and weave together a beguiling assortment of beautiful little moments. remember that no feeling lasts forever. love u