Love Is Insane You Feel Like You're Always Subtly Asking "do You Still Love Me Even Though I'm Flawed"

I romanticise everything because I am made of love and starlight

How to Decay Gracefully / Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi) / Etchings for Ulysses, by Mimmo Paladino / Meditation On The Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology Of Poetry, ‘Monologue of a Foreign Woman’ by Rosario Castellanos / Dead inside, Oils, 2021

my life b like: *thinks about love* *thinks about love* *thinks about love* *thinks about love* *thinks about love* *thinks about love* *thinks about love* *thinks about love* *thinks about love* *thinks about love* *thinks about love* *thi

the neurodivergent experience:

20% of the time: wowwieee!!! i love my passions and interests!!!!! they make me so happy i want to jump up and down!!!!! weee!!!!!!! :3333333333

80% of the time: this mind is a prison

makes me feel like such a proud mom

a bouquet fairy!

how it feels when i instantly get who one of my moots is trash talking

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

warm & cozy

I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.

People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.