Libraryidealist - Dried Flowers And Art

"Greetings to the Universe in 55 Different Languages", a poem compiled out of messages from the Voyager spacecraft

My white friend doesn't know

That when I walk home and see blue uniforms my heart beat beats faster and faster

Like it's trying to fit a lifetime of heartbeats

Into a few agonising moments

Where I wonder if my lifetime is mine.

please can people reply to this or send asks and tell me things that make them happy? i know it sounds really silly but ive been deeply depressed for over a month now and things aren’t getting better and it would be nice to hear what makes other people happy or smile or what keeps you going or motivates you

Le rayon vert

dir. Éric Rohmer

1986

and i wake every night

crying, “set me free”

Abbey by Mitski

happy may the fourth!!!

You know, Tumblr says some pretty wild stuff. And wild stuff that sounds sane, but actually doesn't hold up.

Not this line. I've thought about it over and over since I saw it on Pinterest once, and it's solid. It works in every situation. If you wouldn't go to someone for advice, don't take their criticism either.

If you wouldn't go to someone for advice, don't take their criticism either.

Anne of Avonlea by L.M. Montgomery feat: Spring Flowers by Albert Émile Artigue

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.)