themoontide

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lock the fuck in?? no way dude. I am TUCKED the fuck in :) good night

me when the disability disables me: oh what the fuck? this sucks. what the hell man!

women in PHLEGM (poetry, history, language, english literature, ghost stories, music)

Victoria Chang, from With My Back to the World: Poems; “The Islands, 1961”

Christophe Jacrot

I arrive home i get in my corner

Fontainebleau State Park, Mandeville, Louisiana by Lana Gramlich

Murmur, Cameron Barnett

mom said it’s my turn to be ached for, to have someone feel a stab of hunger for me, to feel nourishment at the sight of me. give it now

“you should be at the club” i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care

Oceanside Beach in the morning: between Florence and Yachats, Oregon. 16 September 2022.

I love you thunderstorm lullabies. I love you foggy mornings. I love you misty days. I love you birds playing in puddles. I love you raindrop-bejeweled blades of grass. I love you cool breeze.

i think what fucked me up most about the midnight club is how desperate everyone was to believe in something, in anything. and in their desperation, all they found was each other. the stories mike flanagan create are actually heart-wrenching but this was on another level. the fact that he’s shown in every show that ghosts are not simply ghosts, they are wishes, and faith, and love, and sadness, and desperation. how when no one can bring themselves to believe in the truth they take to tales, and stories, to help themselves feel better. how every ghost story in the show was just themselves coping with their diseases and their pain. how fantastical is it that they held onto something so tightly, but it slipped through. like the sunlight in the trees or the wind through the grass. how no one blamed ilonka for believing in something so.. strange to make her friend better.

at the end of the day all they wanted was each other to do better. to live. how terrifying is it to know that you cannot live for much longer? to accept it? to let go of the ghosts and to simply stay present? how do you love and how do you lose? how do you accept loss? how do you grieve? how do you hold someone’s hand and not let go even when they do? how do you let someone go when they’re ready to but you’re not?

anyways this was my little tangent thing i’m still sobbing over the show. no one hmu will be rotting in my room for the next month

Tokyo Vibes / Liam Wong www.twitter.com/liamwong

i hope the beloved mutuals don’t think me unintellectual for this but i love romantic subplots i gobble them up delightedly with very few exceptions. ‘oh fuck yes a little bowl of seeds for me’ etc 

hi just a reminder this was the decade that lemony snicket wrote ‘I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch everything go wrong’ and I think it is the greatest love poem in existence

NORMAL PEOPLE (2020) Episode #1.6

hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?

being in yr 20s is abt experiencing the worst thing you can imagine & then having to go to the grocery store

COLUMBUS, 2017 — dir. Kogonada

“i just like my alone time” i say as if loneliness hasn’t been all i’ve known since childhood

Alejandra Pizarnik, from Diarios.

my skills include daydreaming about living near the ocean

aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe, screenplay by benjamin alire sáenz

i think some of you need to eat a slice of cheesecake and listen to ambient rain noises ten hours