new uquiz omg. what kind of warmth are you? been working on this forever pls take it <3

parents got a new cat they named lord montague and this morning i heard my dad in the other room say "i would have to advise against that decision, my lord" followed by a crashing sound

some excerpts from heather havrilesky/ask polly's books and columns that snap me out of uselessly longing and obsessing over romantic love:

'let's try this: if i told you that you would never, ever fall in love again, what kind of plan would you make to ensure your own happiness moving forward? what would you work toward? what would you do more of?'

'you need to begin by painting a picture that doesn't include love. you need to stop making room in your life for someone else's love and start making room for yourself instead. [...] when you can imagine a beautiful life even in the absence of romantic love, finding love or losing it again won't seem nearly as scary.'

'you must break this fixation on love as the cure all to all of your ills. if you found love right now, you would run it straight to the ground in seconds. you need an outward focus that has nothing to do with guys.'

'it's time to forget about being lovable. and in fact, it's time to forsake someone else's idea of what gives you a spark or no spark. block the "other" from this picture. no more audience.'

'the central challenge in your life is not finding people who will support you and love you. the central challenge in your life is you finding a way to give yourself support and love. you need to shift your concentration away from this imaginary hole in your life, and shift it towards bigger projects that will feed and sustain you over the course of a lifetime.'

slapping modeling clay around blindly without thought or purpose, i look down and find a perfectly sculpted replica of myself seated at a table with a lump of modeling clay before me, similarly shaped into a still smaller instance of the same scene. and i am afraid to look up

"bears repeating" and "time flies" are two kinds of creatures that fill similar ecological niches

It’s so fucked up how tiktok culture has made clout-poisoned people turn the public into content, every day I see people minding their business have their entire faces put online for thousands of likes, a couple kissing on the train, a lady dancing across a cross walk, a guy nodding his head to the music at a club, a lady buying a banana at the store, ring camera footage of the neighbors kids being stupid. Just let people live jfc

Desiderata, Max Ehrmann

hot take but i actively miss when tv shows were like 20 episodes a season. slow down. let me get to know the characters. let them do something dumb and not consequential to the plot for one fucking second i'm begging you.

hi! Do you have any recommendations for poems on how to make a body a home?

“Physical Therapy” by Franny Choi

“Against Dying” by Kaveh Akbar

“This Is Not the Body I Asked For” by Heather Christle

“Dysphoria” by Oliver Baez Bendorf

“Grass Moon” by Matthew Dickman

“Sway” by Ada Limón

                 & I couldn’t help it. I was dangerous a thing & I knew it. I nearly drowned my bodies holding them under the waves; baptised them in the water of a shallow bath, vying to kill the shaking & the victim & the rage—

                     & rising like a Lazarus from a salt-water lake, I prayed to have become something else. I wanted to be anything but irredeemable, even if that thing was dead.

Yves Olade,  from “Red Tempest” upcoming in Issue I of Horn & Ivory, Baptisms: A Beginning

i mean, isn’t that what most of us want in the end? to have someone not look away?

you know maybe the victorians were on to something because i definitely think it’s time to be shipped off to the seaside for my health

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when they say “you’re hot” but kafka said “you’re the knife I turn inside myself” like do better

“I’m old enough to teach my mother how to eat. When I make a plate, I am saying, ‘Look. My love is so real you can feel it on your teeth. I killed a whole family as proof. Don’t cry. It’s ok. We’ll never be worth the pain that got us here.’”

— Dave Harris, from Patricide

sometimes all it takes is one cool breeze and i’m like. wow.. i’m going to live the fullest life everything is so great and i am so grateful and alive