Tumblr Is For The Girls That Always Got Labelled As Quiet Or Weird

stop glamorizing “the Grind” and start glamorizing whatever this is

kitty car 🐱

saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

Sylvia Plath

2023

OPENING YOURSELF UP TO THE POSSIBILITY OF JUDGEMENT IS ALSO OPENING YOURSELF TO THE POSSIBILITY OF BEING LOVED

a love so nice its echoed in dreams!!

— Devin Kelly, Ordinary Plots substack

“He holds me as though I’m the only solid thing in the world.” —Jude about Cardan, The Queen of Nothing

“The odd curve of her ear was what he had noticed first. A roundness echoed in her cheeks and her mouth. Then it was the way her body looked solid, as though meant to take up space and weight in the world. When she moved, she left behind footprints in the forest floor. Because she didn’t know how to glide silently, to disturb no leaf or branch. He felt smug to see how bad she was at even such an easy thing. It was only later that it disturbed him to think back on the shape of her boot in the soil, as though she was the only real thing in a land of ghosts.” —Cardan about Jude, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

aka a love story summed up in two quotes <3

I just want to disappear into this universe. Be the sun and the sand,  the wind and the water  moving aimlessly. I want to be the dance  between the earth, the sky and the waves. Be the energy that holds  everything in its place. And then I just want to appear as a tiny human being and open my eyes and open my heart to see myself.

vampire who’s married to an archaeologist voice: my love, stop trying to carbon date me

“In the second chamber of my fourth heart down to the left of the third valve is the room I keep for you for me to think of you.”

— Lisa Olstein, from “Cold Satellite” in Little Stranger (via pigmenting)