"It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any more by giving myself away like this — But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defenses. And I don’t really resent it."
— Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf dated January 21 1927 (via ratmessiah)
(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via ratmessiah)
i’m on my uni forum and omg there are 3 people (in the ‘thinking of dropping out’ thread ha) who’ve almost finished their degrees and are just taking this module to fill the last 60 ‘free choice’ credits and
they’re all saying it’s harder than the rest of their degrees
they’re actually saying this module is harder than 3rd year?!?!??
i’m feeling some tentative hope but also apprehension
boys i like: graembow. just graeme.
If only white people responded to racist shit from neo-nazis and blatantly racist white people with the same vigor they respond to people of color who express frustration over the racist shit white people do to them
"They console you over the dog.
Because she was alive once.
Because you loved her and she, you.
They avoid discussing the children you won’t have.
Refuse to speak his name.
Careful to omit words like ovary and abandon.
No one mentions the bridge anymore.
No one talks of pills or razors or hair dryers.
No one asks about the hole in your chest.
Its constant spill down the front of your shirt,
the rancid, oozing stench.
Ask instead, Did you get a new dog yet?"
— Jeanann Verlee, How To Talk To Dead Girls (via fypoetry)
"i wish i knew how to move slower. how to kiss hard and still come up for air. how to be kind to each moment like it is my very best lover, an engine of pumpkin sweat and skin. i hope i learn to love myself when no one is looking. i need to drink more water. maybe that is all i ever need to do. drink more water. kiss you. walk to the store. i am the slowest revolutionary."
— lauren zuniga, “dear lemon engine” from “the smell of good mud” (via winterkristall)
(Source: nicalea, via alonesomes)