Vintage Pink Glass Perfume Bottle

you live in a house of god; praying on your knees; and wonder why he never saves you.

on being unloved by god

you unstable ahh bitches, here's a hug 🫂💌 it scares yet comforts me that so many of you feel the same

they should invent a yearning for love that is tolerable btw

“we don’t talk. i still dream about you.”

Helen of Troy (detail) c. 1867. by Frederick Sandys

i sometimes forget that this is everyone’s first time on earth too. like. this is my first time seeing a butterfly this color. but its that little girl’s first time seeing any butterfly, ever. and i accidentally left a bag of groceries at the store after paying and now i’m cursing under my breath and it’s like. there a thousand other people out there who did that today too. and a thousand more from yesterday. and. like. we’re not actually alone. and we’re not actually failing. at least not in a way that a few billion people haven’t before you

I have chanted Maa Durga’s name with the same love and reverence as I have made Dua to Allah and bowed before Waheguru. I worship the divine, not the name

please stop living so far away, I wanna shop my groceries with you

Litan, 1982, Jean-Pierre Mocky

one of the saddest things is when someone in your family tells you you would've loved someone who died before you were born. like my mother has told me & my best friend that we would have loved talking to her father. that me & my brothers have the same humor as our late uncle & even look like him. everyone is everywhere & nowhere & here & gone & dying & coming back. it's as though you know them through their shadow or their ghost or your own actions, but you won't ever really know. haunts me, i guess

Gaza, Palestine.