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heartwasglass · 7 hours
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get to know me meme: favorite male characters  • finnick odair (the hunger games trilogy) •
“finnick recites a poem he wrote to his one true love in the capitol, and about a hundred people faint because they’re sure he means them.”
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heartwasglass · 7 hours
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I refuse to apologize for being soft—let me fall in love with life. let me sing and speak to my house-plants, let me dance in my bedroom with headphones, let me read by my windowsill when it’s pouring outside. let me stroke my friend’s face and say something sappy. let me be unapologetically happy for the little things that make my day better. life’s too short anyway, at least let me love it every step of the way
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heartwasglass · 7 hours
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honestly it’s almost like our generation is set up to be lonelier & more anxious & more insane like imagine already being 20/30-something, the period of your life where you’re expected to be “at your prime”, in the middle of a climate crisis and a pandemic, under late-stage capitalism’s celebrity culture that conditions you to be as likeable & “marketable” as possible, where it seems like every lived experience should be watchable/profitable. & you look at the future you’re supposed to be working hard for & all you see is climate catastrophe meanwhile you scroll down a little & see a skin care ad that’s like “fight aging”. i haven’t said anything here that hasn’t already been said by someone else, but imagine being 20/30-something & normal
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heartwasglass · 7 hours
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You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, where can I put it down?
Anne Carson, The Glass Essay
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heartwasglass · 12 hours
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I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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heartwasglass · 14 hours
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she was in a dreamy, amorous, acquiescent mood, domestic, languid a little, as if spiced logs were burning, and it was evening, yet not time to dress, and a thought wet perhaps outside, enough to make the leaves glisten, but a nightingale might be singing even so among the azaleas,
Virginia Woolf, Orlando: A Biography
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heartwasglass · 15 hours
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things that I think are magical
morning dewdrops and mist
the sound a wind chime makes on a cool evening
very old trees, and ancient woodlands
sunrises over mountains
the way hair looks underwater
pan flute music
the ocean and the sea
moonlight on falling snow
the bluish light of dusk
the call of loons
silence
flowers that catch raindrops
insect wings
ancient castles and cathedrals
the sound of a coin dropping into a wishing well
luna moths
volcanic eruptions
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heartwasglass · 17 hours
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And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.
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heartwasglass · 17 hours
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The tender, unearthly magic of the Spring has crept into my heart. I hear the song of birds, I smell new odors, see new colorings, and the softness of the air melts me. And I feel. Oh, God, how deeply I feel, and grieve and rejoice. More than ever in my life before, more than all I felt during childhood, and that was a great deal, more than all I felt during girlhood, which I thought nothing could surpass; I stand on the threshold of the world itself, and a new life has taken hold of me.
Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920-23
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heartwasglass · 1 day
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My idea of peace is laying in bed with you with my leg thrown over yours. You kiss the top of my head every now and again. We are safe.
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cat inspecting a fallen star outside in the garden
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heartwasglass · 2 days
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Some stranger somewhere still remembers you because you were kind to them when no one else was.
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heartwasglass · 2 days
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yes all my favorite characters are desperate to be loved. no i don’t think that says anything about me
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heartwasglass · 2 days
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fucking love when I'm on a call with someone and they start to do a little errand or go somewhere else and they say "and you're coming with me" like. absolutely I am let's go on an adventure I've been spirited away
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heartwasglass · 2 days
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Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume I 
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heartwasglass · 2 days
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going to the grocery store is the most fun a girl can have without staying in her bed drenching in her own loneliness and thinking about what could've been
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heartwasglass · 2 days
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the only people who understand me are girls who buy things just to feel something
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