someone will remember us
i say
even in another time
If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho - trans. by Anne Carson
Olympic gold medalist secretaries of defense Alyssa Naeher and Naomi Girma hugging after the USWNT win against Brazil - 08.10.24
18!!! I want to sufferrrrrr 🤠
😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)
okay omg thank you for waiting but So lovers say by littlerietveld really tore my heart out, a chanbig fic with the fake dating trope (already so good) with the additional ‘I know they’re in love with someone else/I think they’re not in love with me - but I will take what I can get’ is soo good so tasty god my chest hurts 😭😭😭😭 it also has 'theyre in 'unrequited’ love with each other but they’re having sex the whole time (or at least part of it)’ if you would like another dollop of very beautiful pain oof 💔💘💗
for the fic rec ask game!
tong thanayut thakoonauttaya as tankhun theerapanyakul
kinnporsche: the series (2022) - episode 13
So I finally started to watch KinnPorsche and fell in love with Big 🖤
we don’t need a boop button. we can just do something like this:
reblog to boop prev
exactly the type of girl I’m into
ariel
social anxiety squad
About Me
The clock rises. The door opens, enter the outdoors. We fall outside ourselves. The clock strikes. Fire. We fall. In love. Headfirst. Arms open, torso open. The stranger enters our body, nervous, opens the avid mouths in the heart, in the belly, the mouths fill up with famine, it burns it bites in the breast, painful signs, nameless, very powerful phenomena… finally all this inconvenient, invincible pain, this aggression, this displeasure that twists its great vital nerve, this martyrdom with malady, this voracity for mean, with hesitation we call it love. The odor of fire, the taste of blood, life enriched by wounds, enhanced by murders — love. 🌹 - Hélène Cixous - “What is it O’Clock? Or the Door (We Never Enter)," from Stigmata: Escaping Texts
My vulnerability is natural and permissible and beautiful to me, and it should remind you of your responsibility to behave like a friend to me and the world. - Jenny Slate
FAQ
if i loved you less?
i might be able to talk about it more.
somebody always needs to go first.
i know this. i go first.
you dreamt of me?
no. i thought of you.
send me the things














