gatheringbones:

““Because all of us are made not only of what we have but what we lost. And loss is not a subtraction. As an experience, it is an addition.”

— augusten burroughs

sistermorph1ne:

from Finn Family Moomintroll by Tove Jansson

simena:

Peter Frie

tanadrin:

I hope there’s an afterlife so that whoever made this pot 2,000 years ago can brag that their cookware is so good it’s still usable literally millennia later. Something about this object being lost for centuries and then rediscovered, and being put (successfully) to its original purpose again is so pleasing to me.

spice-ghouls:

francisforever2014:

how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down

Iain Thomas, The Light That Shines When Things End

soracities:

please god please let them find each other please

typewriter-worries:

weltenwellen:

Natalie Díaz, from “American Arithmetic”, Postcolonial Love Poem

[ Text ID: I am doing my best to not become a museum / of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. ]

tabipalette:

miffy keychain scan by beadsbybelle