No I Can't Go Out Tonight I'm Mourning My Unlived Life. Yes I See The Irony. Yeah All Night. No I Can't

youll be able to find books and movies and music that change your life until the day you die. that's pretty good

i would be the best unreliable narrator i dont know shit that goes on around me

Domestic wolfstar moments because we need peace in this household

half asleep, half dreaming.

by louis jean françois lagrenée and paul oxborough.

the title of the last song you listened to is the epitaph on your tombstone

what's a book you read as a teenager that was so magical and personally profound to you it literally changed your life, doesnt matter if the book was actually well written or not. mine's probably the catcher in the rye

Some aesthetic playlists for writing

For when you’re in an 80s teen montage

For when you’re in a jazz coffee shop in NYC

For when you’re on a quest to find the fae queen

For when you’re in a teen road-trip scene

For when you’re chilling on a spaceship hopping from planet to planet

For when you’re running along the roofs of renaissance Italy

For when you’re a farmhand taking his lunch break in the meadow 

For when you’re a high end classy ass art thief

For when you’re kicking butt with the beauty and sass of a k-pop star

For when you’re attending a coronation ball for the crown prince 

For when you’re going on an adventure

For when you and your best friends are trying to figure out life together

let me know if you want me to add more!!!

i zoned out a few years ago and never zoned back in

can i request some poems about rain?

hi anon, of course! rain is among my top 5 favourite things. here are some rain-soaked poems & i hope you enjoy reading!

e. e. cummings, “somewhere i have never traveled,gladly beyond” | nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

Ocean Vuong, “Immigration Haibun” | How sweet. That rain. How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet.

Andrea Gibson, “I Sing the Body Electric, Especially When My Power’s Out” | You are so full of rain / There is so much that is growing

Conchitina Cruz, “Alunsina Takes a Walk in the Rain” | Today, the news tells me you are scheduled to be lonely.

Elizabeth Bishop, “Sestina” | She thinks that her equinoctial tears / and the rain that beats on the roof of the house / were both foretold by the almanac

Tatsuji Miyoshi, “Great Aso” | Rain is falling. Rain is falling. / In hushed silence rain is falling.

Octavio Paz, “As One Listens to the Rain” | listen to me as one listens to the rain, / without listening, hear what I say / with eyes open inward, asleep

Hayan Charara, “Ode to an Abandoned House” | May you live forever, / may you bury me.

Dear December,

please. bro please. please. bro please. please. just. dude. please. just a break. let me have one break. dude please, im begging you man, im already down, don’t kick me. bro please-