Tumgik
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
“If a thing is worth doing, it’s worth doing badly.” //
the fact that i can’t paint, or sing, or write haikus, doesn’t matter. i can do these things (very poorly) just because i love to.
sometimes, it turns out, it’s fine to half-ass things. even important things. when something is really important, it’s okay to just do it to the best of your ability today. maybe tomorrow it will be better, or even perfect. today it’s just done, and that’s okay.
g.k. chesterton // if a thing is worth doing, it's worth doing it poorly by karen banes
15 notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Photo
something about this image is so fucking compelling i could stare at it for hours
Tumblr media
If you feel your feet starting to lift, your body getting lighter—please go back in dear listeners
3K notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
I fucking hate texas I hate that abortions are more restricted than the guns that cause preventable mass shootings at schools and churches and Walmart and and and and it just goes on like this… it’s “protect the children” “what about the children” until the children are murdered in their elementary school and then it all “thoughts and prayers” “there’s nothing we can do” “don’t bring up gun control now it’s disrespectful to the victims” but I bet all 14 children and that 1 teacher would still be alive if we had any sort of gun laws
41K notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
actually supervillains with kid hero nemeses are hysterical bc if i was a billionaire and i found out the kid who was also my nemesis was a preteen orphan i would simply adopt them. oh you’re going to stop my nefarious schemes? how when you’re grounded. go to your room
109K notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
75K notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
weekend? more like weakened. let me rest
63K notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen
56K notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Iain Thomas, The Light That Shines When Things End / Phil Kaye and Sarah Kay, When Love Arrives
580 notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
I can't refuse her, not anything, not now, not ever. But the words that come aren't enough for this. For her. So I speak in a language she doesn't know. Je t'aime. Aujourd'hui. Ce soir. Demain. Pour toujours. Si je vivais mille ans, je t'appartiendrais pour tous. Si je vivais mille vies, je te ferais mienne dans chacune d'elles.
        I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.
the retribution of mara dyer (mara dyer #3) by michelle hodkin
218 notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
involuntary* but the point still stands
I'm in love with unvoluntary validation of a relationship. My best friend saying "our spot", my brother saying "our cookie recipe" or my mum saying "our song". Like YES I LOVE YOU TOO. I'm so soft for it.
79K notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people: “No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.””
— Courtney C. Stevens
13K notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
poem by langston hughes // the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us by sufjan stevens
1K notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
Not interested in a love I have to earn or perform for. I want to be loved as a choice, on purpose, not as a reward
48K notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
The trouble was not
in the kitchen or the tulips
but only in my head, my head.
anne sexton
950 notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
i PERSONALLY would like to FALL IN LOVE please!!!!!! and have the SAME PERSON fall in love with me BACK!!!!!!! could i get some MUTUAL AFFECTION out here!!!!!!!!!
118K notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
when richard siken said “I want to tell you this story without confessing anything [...] I want to tell you this story without having to be in it”
16K notes · View notes
bourgwesioie · 2 years
Text
It was November— the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind—songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
L.M Montgomery; Anne of Green Gables
3K notes · View notes