The Arcane Fandom Can Argue About Literally Anything, But The One Thing We All Agree On Is That Ekko,

The greatest element that helped me understand what I needed the most, was to make safety my top priority in everything I wanted. Safe in my space, safe in my thoughts, safe in my autonomy, and safe in the people around me who can honor myself just as much as I can honor them.

☆ 14/06/24

i think ive found a new found interest in someone today,, i bought falafel with my friends it was super yummy~ the squirrel stopped and looked at me and then posed when i pulled out my phone lol

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Do you think 27 is still young?

I think 70 is young if you know how to move through the world

its like that quote and i forgot who said it but they were like grief finds you in an empty room on a quiet day

Elton Glaser, from a poem titled “And In The Afternoons I Botanized,” featured in Parnassus

EYES TALK

“In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems ch. "Songs form an Island"”, Ingeborg Bachmann. tr by Mark Anderson; // “The Master and Margarita”, by Mikhail Bulgakov; // “The Black Art”, by Anne Sexton; // Santosh Kalwar; // “Jane Eyre”, by Charlotte Brontë; // Quote by @dumblr ; // “The Galloping Hour: French Poems. ch "I check for you in the wind"”, by Alejandra Pizarnik. tr by Patricio Ferrari and Forrest Gander; // Stephen F. Campbell; // Walt Whitman; // “The Boat in the Evening”, by Tarjei Vesaas; // “We”, by Yevgeny Zamyatin. tr Natasha Randall; // Letter to Anne Clarke, by Anne Sexton, July 3 1964; // “Memory in my Hands: The Love of Pedro Salinas. ch "The voice I owe to you"”, by Pedro Salina. tr by Ruth Katz Crispin

“Emotional abuse works like this: You are screamed at, and then, not knowing any better, you stand up for yourself. You think this is a way of being strong. You think this is a defense tactic.But this only provokes more screaming. Going silent provokes more screaming too, but usually it keeps the threats to the minimum. It keeps it just at screaming and not: a shove down the stairs, or order to pack your stuff and get out. So you learn how to go silent. How to play dead. How to cry without making a noise. How to swallow noise. How to wipe your cheeks, get out of the car, and go about your day. You learn. And when the screaming has stopped, when the two of you are in the car or out to dinner and they’re all smiles, all asking for favors, all questions, you are still hurt and annoyed and want to ask them, how? How can you speak to me like that? How can you pretend you did not say those things? How can you have forgotten? But you’ve learned. So you listen to, “Can I borrow your key”s and “how was your day”s and you play dead. You swallow the noise. And sometimes it doesn’t matter who is speaking to you, it doesn’t matter if they’re a friend, it doesn’t matter if their criticism is constructive, it doesn’t matter. You’ve learned. Any sort of speaking, any raising of the voice, any insult and you play dead.”

— Good Girl, Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

↪ Alfonsina Storni, from Mask & Clover: Poems "The Siren" / Tumblr / Unknown from Pinterest / Unknown from Pinterest / Warsan Shire / Linger by The Cranberries / Don’t Delete the Kisses by Wolf Alice / Vladimir Nabokov / Tumblr

*in a rap battle* i wonder who your mother could have been if she never had you