Some Of My Favourite Positivity Birds From 2022!

I think somehow it feels natural to assume crowley tried to kiss or kissed aziraphale in 1941 and was shot down because it would endanger both their lives but what if. I mean what if it was aziraphale who made the first move what if it was crowley who had to break his own heart and aziraphale’s by turning him down

My mom called me evil cause I have two stuffed animals named Orpheus and Eurydice and I keep them separated from each other

Daily reminder that we do not actually live in a dystopian movie put the apocalypse down and back away slowly. You know when your cleaning a room and you pull everything out of it's draws to sort through it and you're like "what the fuck have I done I'm never going to be able to tidy all of this" I think that's the stage we're at in the world. Thanks to social media we've pulled out all the messed up shit from the cupboards of the world, it was always there but now we can see it and we're going to have to sort it all out we made this mess and we can fix it. Falling to the floor sobbing will not clean a crusty room. A group of people working systematically (preferably with music in the background) will.

“Youre not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I always made you feel. Like you were the center of my world. Because you were. I would have done anything for you.”

— Abby McDonald

“Fall in love with someone who’s comfortable with your silence. Find someone who doesn’t need your words to know it’s time to kiss you.”

— Clairabelle Ann

garlic breath by Rhiannon McGavin

Well, lots to do, so…

“Stop calling yourself a failure. There are planets and stars in your eyes; There are fires and oceans in your veins. Your head is a forest, your heart a meadow. And you, my Love, are a work of art!”

— 3am

“If someone does not want me, it is not the end of the world. But if I do not want me, the world is nothing but endings.”

— Nayyirah Waheed

Timor Mortis

by Louise Glück

Why are you afraid?

A man in a top hat passed under the bedroom window. I couldn’t have been more than four at the time.

It was a dream: I saw him when I was high up, where I should have been safe from him.

Do you remember your childhood?

When the dream ended terror remained. I lay in my bed— my crib maybe.

I dreamed I was kidnapped. That means I knew what love was, how it places the soul in jeopardy. I knew. I substituted my body.

But you were hostage?

I was afraid of love, of being taken away. Everyone afraid of love is afraid of death.

I pretended indifference even in the presence of love, in the presence of hunger. And the more deeply I felt the less able I was to respond.

Do you remember your childhood?

I understood that the magnitude of these gifts was balanced by the scope of my rejection.

Do you remember your childhood?

I lay in the forest. Still, more still than any living creature. Watching the sun rise.

And I remember once my mother turning away from me in great anger. Or perhaps it was grief. Because for all she had given me, for all her love, I failed to show gratitude. And I made no sign of understanding.

For which I was never forgiven.