“Sweet Mother, I Cannot Weave –

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- 

“People, the people we really love, where did they come from? What did we do to deserve them?”

— Mary Ruefle, Madness, Rack, and Honey: Collected Lectures (via mythologyofblue)

The feminine urge to hold a girl's hand.

oh to be the girl who makes it til the end of a horror movie caked in blood

Mary Oliver, “Late Spring,” in Felicity

"She peels an orange, separates it in perfect halves, and gives one of them to me. If I could wear it like a friendship bracelet, I would. Instead I swallow it section by section and tell myself it means even more this way. To chew and to swallow in silence with her. To taste the same thing in the same moment."

- We Are Okay, Nina Lacour

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” — Claude Monet.

The Water Lily Pond (1899) by Claude Monet.

. . . please dont be in love w someone else <3

Nothing hits harder than the absolute yearning to be a part of a queer friend group. To have a bunch of people who you can truly be yourself with. To have what they had in Heartstopper and I Kissed Shara Wheeler.

when ben platt said

“i want your friends to be my friends

i’ll make you breakfast in your bed

i want it all with you

and if I'm coming on too strong

it's 'cause i've waited far too long

for someone just like you”

i felt that in the most sapphic way possible.