everyday magic

Generic Queer, NYC, 1989, photographed by Dona Ann McAdams

'i'd go outside more if there weren't bugs.'

if there weren't bugs there wouldn't be an outside, idk how many times this has to be said.

It’s crying about Faramir hours.

They could never make me hate you, complex female character whose reaction to trauma was not pretty and digestible like how people think it should be.

green shores

anastasiia lа́rkicheva

The feminine urge to romanticize your own solitude by drinking black coffee in a library at 4pm while it rains, wearing a wool coat that’s slightly too big, reading Rilke and pretending you’re the protagonist in an A24 film about beautiful sadness.

Song-Kul, Kyrgyzstan by Sergey Mezhin

Flowering tree, view from under a crabapple in April

anastasia

you're too caught up in the metaphor. go run a mile or push something heavy

— Mary Oliver, White Flowers

hold me in contempt but hold me

by Irina Laube