I Hope Everyone Grows Tired Of Being Cruel To Each Other Soon

what is it about getting older that makes every interaction feel so fucking sentimental? like saying goodbye to people used to just be a “see you around” sort of thing, and now it’s a whole declaration of love for the person and the position they’ve held in my life condensed into a hug or a “take care of yourself” 

progress looks different on everyone

We don't need more diverse Disney movies, we need Disney to be shut down and broken up so that it stops dominating entertainment and choking out smaller creators and studios.

Last week, I learned that the English language has more euphemisms for death than any other language. I learned that the ancient Greeks had no word for the colour blue and that the Hawain alphabet has only twelve letters. I spent last week hollowing out a little place in my heart and filling it with worry. What does that say about us? Do we really go out of our way to avoid death like that? How did the Greeks describe the sea? Are twelve letters really enough? Does every language have a word for love? Every language should have a word for love. And compassion. And gentleness. And figs and snow and that soft sensitive part on the inside of one’s arm. We should have words for everything so that we don’t feel alone. We need very very very specific words for all of the different kinds of sad and even more specific words for the kinds of happy. What if we were able to talk about everything? I want to tell you how I feel and I want to be precise. Sometimes ‘good’ just isn’t enough and few understand what I mean when I say that I feel ’like lightning.’

“If all you can do is crawl, start crawling.”

— Rumi (via meineluft)

nothing more powerful than a girl with a monologue going on in her head all the time... alone in her room... plotting... planning

i hope that people who leave rants in their tags, people who leave descriptions for their playlists, people who have funny titles for their essays, people who read aloud to themselves, people who giggle at their own jokes, and people who smile when they make eye contact with strangers are all having excellent days

i’m so strong and brave for being a woman in her twenties

the idea of being vague & mysterious is appealing to me, but i overshare every day

Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro