The Ocean, My Beloved 💌

I dream of living in a small one bedroom apartment with my husband, with a huge white couch that isn't really practical, with baby blue and yellow accents everywhere,and a balcony I rarely use becuse it hangs over the train line, which is fine becuse I use it to grab groceries from the farmers market and we cook our favourite food together and invite friends over for themed movie and game nights

The Glass Essay, Anne Carson

[ Text ID: Spring opens like a blade ]

unless you literally want to crack open your rib cage and have me crawl inside do NOT flirt with me.

in every lifetime i'd boop you guys btw if you even care

i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.

tumblr's boop feature got me feeling butterflies and seeing hearts

the only L i’ll take is Love

Radio Romance by Mashrou' Leila

Photo by George Semerdjian