It's A Cruel Summer...

Takuma Nakahira

the tenderness that comes into peoples voices when they read to little kids

“And in the same way the dandelion’s destruction tells us about ourselves, so does our own destruction: our bodies are ecosystems, and they shed and replace and repair until we die. And when we die, our bodies feed the hungry earth, our cells becoming part of other cells, and in the world of the living, where we used to be, people kiss and hold hands and fall in love and fuck and laugh and cry and hurt others and nurse broken hearts and start wars and pull sleeping children out of car seats and shout at each other. If you could harness that energy—that constant, roving hunger—you could do wonders with it. You could push the earth inch by inch through the cosmos until it collided heart-first with the sun.”

— Carmen Maria Machado, from In the Dream House (via florizels)

" वैसे तो शास्त्रों में लिखा हुआ है पर मैंने whatsapp पे पढा था "

-Paatal lok (2020)

Why dont you go watch a studio ghibli movie and think about the power of love and kindness and maybe you'll calm down

You think murderers get rid of all the evidence and not keep some as a memoir? Like a number plate or a ear.

The murder

Holding hands while crossing roads is amazing because then I can look around bindass and not die yk?

बंबई

 ― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[text ID: In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart.]

“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”

- Terry Pratchett, Small Gods

Kaveh Akbar, "Famous Americans and Why They Were Wrong" from Pilgrim Bell