bienvenido

watermotif:

i shoul be a chess grandmaster because i’m so good at sitting at a table with my head in my hands and a look of despair on my face

kosmogrl:

huyandere:

i love weird barbie

lesbialicent:

BARBIE (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig

mikubilliards:

I got a feeling…

cordeliaflyte:

the fact that being a woman and not wearing makeup is considered subversive in many places… Girl I am literally just alive. This is my face

snoppy:

Marge Piercy, “May Apple.” The Moon Is Always Female

Who is the real subject of most love poems? Not the beloved. It is the hole. When I desire you, a part of me is gone: my want of you partakes of me. So reasons the lover at the edge of eros. The presence of want awakens in him nostalgia for wholeness. His thoughts turn toward questions of personal identity: he must recover and reincorporate what is gone if he is to be a complete person. […] Most people find something disturbingly lucid and true in Aristophanes’ image of lovers as people cut in half. All desire is for a part of oneself gone missing, or so it feels to the person in love.

Anne Carson, from Eros the Bittersweet

[Image ID: We are never the same after someone has first loved us. The self the other sees hangs in the mirror at least part time. /end ID]

patroclusdefencesquad:

listen. men covered in their own blood. women covered in other people’s blood. it’s not difficult

soracities:

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ololygas:

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Maybe we need every answer in the world to survive a single question: How long do we have each other?

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Audrey Wollen on Patricia Lockwood’s No One is Talking About This for Bookforum

ghostly-galaxy:

eggsdoodz:

i love love <333

[ID: Illustration in pink pencil on paper of a heart surrounded by smiling faces, smaller hearts, and sparkles. Text around the illustration reads “I know love is real because I exist and I’m full of it” with the words “because I exist” in the centre of the heart. End ID]