ngl “dying in a hot tub” by palaye royale hits different now. “Yeah, I’m here, and you’re gone, I’ll see you on the other side” i’m not crying you’re crying

daintydot:

old-school-romantics:

-Cynthia Rylant, In November

dvkevalentino:

“In the darkest dark, I thought of you as if I were listening to the pulse of being—”

— Rebecca Seiferle, excerpt of “The Profane, The Miraculous Hand”, in Wild Tongue (via antigonick)

cheruib:

⛅️ a slice of life