hello! my twitter cleanse is going well but I do get curious how things are going over there 👀
generally it’s pretty okay atm (I HOPE YOURE TAKING ABT DTEAM BC IM ANSWERING FOR THAT SORRY IF YOU DIDNT MEAN THAT😭) things have calmed down massively but soon as they start posting content i fear it’ll get messy again
not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl… what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀
@inthefields // “tangerine meditation” thich nhat hanh // unknown // “WIKIPEDIA ARTICLE ABOUT LOVE WITH PLENTY OF CITATIONS” bob schofield // my thoughts on love and tangerines @sunsbleeding // @usasuketonkachi // rafael romero barros “still-life with oranges” (c. 1863) // “the side effect of eating too many clementines” alessia di cesare // “darker than erebus” L.L. @darkerthanerebus
thinking about george finding that tiktok about love being all around you sweet and thinking about how he thought it was nice that the mice in his apartment stayed together and thinking about how he filmed the couple getting married at nyp and thinking about how his heart is so so big and it’s filled with such big emotions and 90% of them are love. he’s full of love
When she lay there on the ground, she dreamed of time machines and revenge and a love that was really something, not just the idea of something. When she finally rose, she rose slowly, avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies wary of phone calls and promises, charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes. When she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness waded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neck bathed in her brokenness said a prayer of gratitude for each chink in the armor she never knew she needed standing broad-shouldered next to her was a love that was really something, not just the idea of something. When she turned to go home, she heard the echoes of new words:
“May your heart remain breakable but never by the same hand twice”
And even louder: “without your past, you could never have arrived- so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance …here.” And in the death of her reputation, she felt truly alive.