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True love is as evasive as smoke
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is it just me or did they yassify the quaker oats guy
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A QUESTIONNAIRE FOR THE MOON
In general, are you glad to be tethered by gravity to planet Earth? Please circle one:   Yes   No
Is the light you appear to shed made of ghosts? Please circle one:   Yes   No
If you were to describe the smell on your surface, you would use the word(s) (please circle all that apply):
  -Snow     -Black tea     -Dust char on heater when heat is first turned on     -Marshmallow     -Wet nickel     -Lily of the valley     -Basement (damp)     -Bone marrow     -Normal rock     -None of the above
Do you dream? Please circle one:   Yes   No (If yes, please fill out the following)
Do you dream about:   -Contours?     -Falling?     -The horror of arrival?     -Attraction and its many forms?     -Swimming in the laval fields before they were solidified?     -Stairways, elevators, ladders, other means of ascent/descent?     -Icarus, his feathers, his avoidable death, an alternative night flight in which you would’ve seen him soar, would’ve seen him safely to new land?     -Tidal waves, rogue waves, walls of water, flood, rhythm, swell, retreat?     -Mirrors?     -Shoes?     -Blood? 
The Wolf Moon is bright and high, and “The Moon in Full” series continues at the Paris Review.
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Sometimes we can't explain what we see in a person. It's just the way the person makes you feel and no one else can.
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Today’s mood:
I will not be taking questions at this time.
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Today I feel like I should be making a scene. I can’t decide if I’ve done the wrong thing by not fighting harder to keep you, or if you’ve done the wrong thing to choose to not have me in your life; if I’ve not done enough to work on myself, or if you’re more concerned with appearances than I am; and, if you loved me so much you couldn’t face it, or if you just never loved me at all. I hate that I can’t get answers. Speculation is a dangerous game. I know I’m not done changing. But. What if. Brandon never got Covid. What if you were lying about that in the first place? Could I have stopped the part of time that led you away from me if I had tried? I feel as though a mistake has been made. Like a tear in a very delicate timeline. I feel like I’m missing a piece of myself I had only just met. 2 years went by very fast, and I miss you. I don’t want this page to be about you, but today was particularly challenging. I may get so pathetic that I post my poetry about you here. Gross. I really hate how much you’ve affected me, and I’m also very grateful to have met you. Do you ever just not have a place to be? Like you don’t want to be at home, but you don’t want to go out anywhere? I feel misplaced. I will not forget how you felt like that just right place to be. You woke me up. Please don’t forget me. If you came to me now, and said you wanted to be with me, I would not ask you any of these questions, I would not tell you how devastated I was at your sudden disappearance. I would just be so happy to have you in my life again. Fuck romance, I don’t want to lose the person you are. I love you. No conditions.
AND WHY IS IT. Every time I am heartbroken, I come on tumblr to secretly feel my feelings (secretly)
I would never get this sappy or pathetic on any platform where people who know me see what I post. It’s safe here?
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