#— the writing's on the wall ( quotes. )

[quotefeeling]

You can’t fix me. Let me have my bad days.

Dayna Walls-Cochran

[tiger-grace]

Bruce being asked about his family under truth serum, wholesomely: I love dick :)

(Batman accidentally becomes widely known as a gay icon in the criminal underground)

Dick: let’s.. go I guess?

[thoughtkick]

You can’t fix me. Let me have my bad days.

Dayna Walls-Cochran

[bluebirdknight]

Rewatch of spectre got me thinking about him

[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

Nature reading in nature…

[perfectquote]

You can’t fix me. Let me have my bad days.

Dayna Walls-Cochran

[perfectfeelings]

You can’t fix me. Let me have my bad days.

Dayna Walls-Cochran

[perfeqt]

You can’t fix me. Let me have my bad days.

Dayna Walls-Cochran

[thereadmind]

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[stay-close]

If you don’t want to sink, you better figure out how to swim.

Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle

[resqectable]

If you don’t want to sink, you better figure out how to swim.

Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle

[thehopefulquotes]

If you don’t want to sink, you better figure out how to swim.

Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

What if God asked you about my grief?

[thoughtkick]

You can’t fix me. Let me have my bad days.

Dayna Walls-Cochran

[daddy-de-la-guerra]

POEM FOR A DEAD CRUSH (WHO LOVED THE OCEAN VERY MUCH)

by michael de la guerra

We’ll weep and reminisce over your mortal remains;

But so long as the ocean’s tide sways, your heart beats forever;

There under the dark blue waves.

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You can own 1 of 10 archival-quality prints, which I'll be doing myself, on superfine mohawk paper stock I just got fresh from the vendor at:

michaeldelaguerra.com/beach

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from What Is This Thing Called Love: Poems; “Body and Soul”

[Text ID: “Sometimes the body / gets so quiet / it can hear the soul, / scratching like something trapped / inside the walls / and trying frantically / to get out.”]