@bugsonaleaf@rose6lood@zeeeekrom First everyleaf, now everybugsy.. you’re so good at coming up with these names, happy Hope! ^^ Suree! I would love for us to be friends 🐞🪲
It's that ineffably heartrending ache for unknown & unknowable dreams, hidden wishes, times gone that now glow in the mind like a lamp disappearing into a golden wood, such intensity of feeling as to be nigh unbearable, beyond belief or relief, let alone reckoned with. I walk on.
Plato says the body (sōma) is a sign (sēma), which also means tomb, thus the body is a signifier to the soul just as a person-dead is signified by a tomb; and Baudrillard says, however, in Symbolic Exchange and Death that in his era that the whole of body is a graveyard of signs.
izin remind lagi. jokes wowotedi, bunted, wowo gendut, NPD itu bisa leading ke queerphobia, misogynist, ableist, & fatphobia. lu bisa cursing mereka dgn anjing, taik, kampret, dsb, tapi jangan sampai jokes tsb malah memberikan stigma lagi & lagi terhadap kaum marjinal.
big fan of unnecessary periods and commas. no one can stop me... i am a linguist. i can abuse punctuation however i please i can write and speak however i please
i think ive been trying to live recently. i dont want to be this ghost of a person forever i want to experience things & learn about everything & laugh & make new friends & travel everywhere & read more books & listen to new music & find out who i am again
i've never been bored since i was born. i live perpetually with the guilt of all i have to do, and there's always something to do at any given time; this moral struggle is excruciatingly entertaining and it's something to do (instead of all the other things i have to do).
How beautiful it is to encounter something romantic and have a lover, a memory, a vantage point through which to understand it. To read of love and recognise its language because, somewhere and sometime in your own life, you have spoken it and become familiar with...
Huhu kesayanganku.. cantikku.. anakku.. kalau bukan karena #tuntutan hidup aku akan memilih berkebun terus saja di rumah kerjanya kapan-kapan tapi nanti nggak sanggup beli #bibit dan #pupuk :D
Because wdym there are words for wanting to be gentle with someone even when they’re struggling to be gentle with themselves. I can tell someone that their sadness doesn’t scare me away, that they don’t have to hide the less parts of being human from me
I fear “if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours” is going to become one of my favourite phrases ever because I’ve always found something so tender about the idea of sharing someone’s sorrow