Sapphic Fairies, X

photos that radiate the feeling of comfort and home.

what is the human condition if not loving your friends and then crying over how much you love your friends

We Are Okay | Nina LaCour

— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)

—H.G. Wells, The Time Machine

Is there really anything else we need besides music and friends?

my favourite thing ever is looking at notebooks of people who are long gone. it's just, something about seeing their handwriting, seeing a physical and intimate proof that they too existed and had ideas and thoughts and had so much to say and worry about, makes me feel like I am not wasting my time. and if they could go through it and live a life, I can too. to see their minds at work, story ideas, letters, poems, all in their handwriting... head in hands

when emily dickinson said “today is far from childhood” and when lorde said “it feels so scary getting old” and when taylor swift said “how long will it be cute, all this crying in my room? when you can’t blame it on my youth” and when phoebe bridgers said “and i woke up in my childhood bed wishing i was someone else, feeling sorry for myself” and when mitski said “to think that we could stay the same” and “mom, am i still young? can i dream for a few months more?” and when- 

Nick Nelson yelling "YOU'RE MY BOYFRIEND! I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND! WE'RE BOYFRIENDS!" with such joy while carrying Charlie Spring in his arms on a beach is exactly how i want young gay love to be portrayed. slay Alice Oseman fr