#the everything quotes

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[mijitogustavito]

Keeping this quote to my grave

[geryone]

Night Poem, Leila Chatti

[lovelyinspiration1463]

This is my pièce de résistance. I've peaked.

[lucidloving]

Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl // Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Gentle Spirit // Lyric Hunter, "A Garden" // Margaret Atwood, Power Politics: Poems // @artsy_tay_ on Instagram // William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew // Sappho, "If not, Winter" (trans. Anne Carson)

[goldcoasthoney]

[hopelessvalentines]

“didn’t you have to promise, a hundred times not to die?”

[asoftepiloguemylove]

A QUIET LIFE WITH YOU // ON DOMESTICITY

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert // 呪術廻戦 Jujutsu Kaisen (2018-) cr. Gege Akutami

[jadeluz-official]

“We're like Bonnie and Clyde, you and me, without the bullet holes.” — Betelgeuse to Lydia Deetz, 2024

[mournfulroses]

Chelsea Wolfe, from She Reaches Out to She Reaches Out to She; "Everything Turns Blue,"

[ao3-crack]

(x)

[enii]

Today's gentle reminder💕

[star-girlfriend]

it gets better

(credit to @ink-the-artist for the borzoi art <3 )

[cataclysmictide]

In Another Life...

Warsh_Tippy and Zelda - Whatever, Dad/Unknown/A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook-Anna Kamienska/The 1 - Taylor Swift/ghost, zero, suitcase, and the moon - richard siken/Last Kiss - Taylor Swift/Unknown/rebecca malakai/Warsh_Tippy and Zelda - Whatever, Dad/everything everywhere all at once /Scott Street- Phoebe Bridgers/the 1 - Taylor Swift/c. t. salazar/unknown/unknown/ The Goldfinch-Donna Tartt/Warsh_Tippy and Zelda - Whatever, Dad

[thatsbelievable]

[lauriemarch]

and at the end of the day, people will still hate women.

because beyonce is a terrible songwriter who has a good body and nothing more and she's really nothing compared to olivia rodrigo, that stuck-up bitch who steals other people's music, but taylor swift is an old, bitter nothing who clearly hates other girls. and sabrina carpenter deserves to die because she followed her heart, not her brain, and that's exactly why zendaya will never be good enough for tom holland. don't forget about kylie jenner, who's stealing precious timothee's innocence away and dating her is like committing arthouse cinema suicide, or how we said the same thing about miley cyrus and her disgusting profanity, think of the children, poor liam hemsworth, trapped in a marriage with such a horrible woman. lana del rey was hot until she was big and she made trailerpark sexy until her ass got a little too fat. and ariana grande, talentless homewrecker, and selena gomez, jealous and unreasonable, and hailey bieber, even more boring than the blood drying on the knives you are so quick to pull. sophie turner is a bad mom and megan thee stallion deserved whatever was coming to her.

and amidst all of this, we still don't know these women. we cannot fathom the pain of having a public divorce, one where people choose sides and hurl insults at you until the battery on their phone dies. we don't watch them chase after sweet-cheeked children in tucked-away backyards or play board games with their best friends while their chests heave in laughter. we don't know their marriages and we don't know their solitudes. we don't watch them unravel themselves, time and time again, preparing for the battle that we have made of their lives. they can never make a mistake. they can never cry. they can never be who they believe themselves to be.

and we take all of this and we go to work, we ride the bus, we go grocery shopping, we walk in dappled sunlight, and we let ourselves shrivel. i compare myself to every body i see and i comfort in the fact that i can still encircle my wrists with my fingers. food turns to dust in my mouth when i think about the fact that taylor swift thinks she's fat and people still hate sabrina carpenter for sticking by joshua bassett's side when he almost died, for God's sake, and now the people on my twitter feed are saying GUTS is the worst album they've ever heard. i liked it, the tiny voice in my head cries out. she wrote songs that made me feel noticed. they're calling the song i relate to the most a total skip.

so i close the app. i try not to think about the endless profiles screaming about how much they hate a nineteen/thirty-two/thirty-eight/twenty-three/twenty-six/forty-two year old. i try not to think about how much they would hate me, if they knew anything at all.