0fficelady:

heavensghost:

it’s quiet here

i have remotes for everything and i don’t know where any of them are

camelliapollen:

letsbelonelytogetherr:

“Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. The interior is therefore rather dim and poetic.”

— Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

ieailu:

it’s so crucial that i lay down for a bit

stay-close:

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

— Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to his sister

virginiewoolf:

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

Yours

(now I’m even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now:

Yours)

from Franz Kafka’s Letters to Milena

eligiblebastard:

mentalhealth:

how much of ur online presence is performative and how much is it u being u

baby every me is me, we are the mask and the wearer

hislovebird:

Fly me to the moon

academia-core:

mood

kharacore:

jenny holzer