#poetic .. in a way

[aaron04jpg]

Lando on the radio🥇🧡

[v1v4l4sv3g4s]

This is so beautiful, so achingly true. Everyone I’ve ever loved walks with a little piece of me in their pocket. I am a labyrinth of every person that has ever loved me. I used to white-knuckle the things that I loved. I refused to let go. But now I recognize the grace and beauty in seeing a little bit of myself in the people I have loved, and lost. In the way they speak, in the mannerisms they cleverly lifted from me. I pass by people that are now memories in the hall, and I see a little bit of myself, woven into their hair, the thread of their clothes. My love was so powerful, it left a little bit of itself on them.

We can't change people. But we can love them in a way that helps them grow. And sometimes that means letting go.

[robin-da-bank-1]

What it means to be smart

What does it mean to be smart? Is it flying through school with A+ or B's or is it talking with others with the ease of water over steel? Is it passing every trivia question ever given to you because your knowledge on the random and unneeded answers is vaster than the unknown sea? Or is it feeling dumb no matter what you say because no matter how much you know no one knows what you do so you feel as if you wasted your life to be "smart" when it feels utterly useless to you?

To me being smart is dumbing down every word to the fullest I can make it but still my words do not reach them. To me it is not telling anyone this new fact I found because I know even as I explain they don't care and have no idea of what I am saying.

Should I be dumb for you? Should I cast aside myself so I see only a glimpse of what having someone who thinks like me would be like but as I lay in bed ponder how dumb I should be tomorrow so they don't walk away?

I'm tired of stopping mid sentence because someone got bored and everyone forgets I was speaking in the first place because they were never truly listening. To me being smart is watching as they walk away knowing full well it is me who has caused them to flee. I can either be dumb or me but being me washed me away to an island only I inhabit as I watch the fireworks and weeps of joy from my homeland.

So an answer would be the lie that being smart is being free as I was tricked into believing as a child, being smart is walking into a cave with no light to guide you until you enviably fall into a hole so deep escape was never an option. They tell you to be smart but they never tell you what happens after nor what to do when everyone around you is not.

[iliothermia]

[moonlitfairytale]

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters

[justplaggin]

lu guang, i'm sorry. save... them.

[aithusarosekiller]

One thing I love about Jegulus is that the rest of the school are just living their normal teen years, falling in love and being messy and stupid like everybody else. Some of them will have horrible breakups over the war but it's normal and human. Then Jegulus are there having their whole massive Greek tragedy complete with extensive metaphors, secret rooms and an intrinsically deep, historical aspect to their entire relationship that it unmatched by any other on the planet. And somehow they're still a secret from everybody else, their love reads like one of the epics but it's so small and hidden.

They're just that dramatic ig

[existingillusion]

[cronchy-baguette]

i've caved yall... the way i am so normal about laezel and shadowheart (stay tuned....)

[justaz]

merlin being hit with a truth spell or potion or whatever and being so stressed that he’s gonna reveal his magic to arthur only to find that he can’t insult or tease arthur anymore bc every time arthur instigates their banter, merlin starts to go on and on about how arthur makes him so happy and the love he feels for him is immeasurable and how he’d burn the world just to keep him warm

[justabiteofspite]

"Astarion doesn't do big romantic gestures."

My Durge still trying to get graveyard dirt out of her ass crack after being lovingly pounded into it by Astarion who wanted to share with her this deeply joyful and meaningful reclamation of himself after sharing a vulnerable declaration of his love, at this place he hasn't shown anyone else but her: "Then what the actual fuck was that???"

[rasticore]

Angel is somehow Older, Younger, and the Same Age as Husk

Older in the sense that he died first, making him "older" with how long he's been in Hell

Younger in that Angel died younger at almost half Husk's age meaning they're both sorta "stuck" at those ages

Same in that they were both born in the 1910s meaning their living and dead "ages" are the same when combined

[teaboot]

you're so like. inspiring. or i wish i could be inspired. you reblog that post with the blue critter and you're like "im glad i was born on this planet". how do i manage to get that mindset. how do i manage to not want the pain to stop at any cost and enjoy what's still possible to enjoy

It's my first time here and I'm never coming back

[randomness-is-my-order]

while reading the books, i remember wei wuxian’s relationship with jin ling hitting me especially hard. i was crying when the whole stabbing thing happened. but i truly adore what becomes of them and do you know why? because jin ling does something the others could never, something miraculous really––he actually unlearns the prejudice he’s been taught to hold against wei wuxian. he meets wwx, full of disdain, slowly learning about who wwx really is and it has nothing to do with wwx’s outward appearance. and when the truth is revealed, the internal warring for jin ling is plainly portrayed and even if he does give in to a hate intermingled with grief that he has internalised towards this one entity (wei wuxian was never a person in his mind, just the ‘killer’ of his parents, a phantom, before the events of the book happened), you can tell his heart has already turned, that it will keep turning and that’s what happens. you have jin ling, an orphaned child, who hated someone whom his mother loved dearly, because that man caused his parents’ death but it is such a commendable thing that wei wuxian was able to create a space in jin ling’s heart and jin ling was able to accept it. it’s the way both jin ling & jiang cheng blame the death of their parents on wwx but only the former was able to see wei wuxian clearly and actually forge a bond of love with him.

it’s the fact that if ANYONE in this story can actually rightfully hold a grudge against wei wuxian, it’s jin ling, but instead this teenager decides that wei wuxian is much too good and that having him as an uncle is lovely, after all.

[yiirlzsinked]

[moonlitfairytale]

Lidia Yuknavitch, from Letter to My Rage: An Evolution