Classic lit isn't relatable TO YOU. I have something wrong with me though
so it goes...
holly ✰ she/her ✰ taurus
in my head, i do everything right. [multifandom]
![[text id: It's life that matters, nothing but life—the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a385772a2d2ff8bae20b49afcac88d24/4a7741b328966fc7-9a/s500x750/a8e773402b3a571005ce6a2f0f6dd5043277146d.jpg)
You must know, I want the same world you do, the better one. The only way to build it is together. We do greater things when we act as one, when we trust each other as equals.
Bottoms (2023)
Could the ugly, untalented gays please report to the principal's office?
Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “The Friend”
[Text ID: “stop fighting, but I am not / fighting. I am noticing / where I don’t exist. / I should leave.”]
| NOVEMBER | hands join over candlelit dinner, aromas of cinnamon dance playfully, apple crisp air, slivers of steam rise from warm cups of coffee and tea, streetlights glow warmly on sparkling cement sidewalks, spinning records softly crackle.
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— Charles Bukowski, from “Love is a Dog from Hell.”
nothin' quite like how a dog loves
let dead dogs lie - silas denver melvin // red dog - elizabeth frink // how to be a dog - andrew kane // domestication syndrome - dhole b // no origin found // for your own good - leah horlick // pleasure - beth cavener // it will come back - hozier // i am a dog. i have blood all over my teeth. - uhode // same poem as directly previous
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours
May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
