i recently realized how muCH THIS SONG DESCRIBES THE PONDS
my heart just shattered in my hands…
and i gasped - loud enough for my father to ask me what was wrong
Joan Crawford in Possessed (1931)
82 years later and it’s still relevant
Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
this is the realist shit I’ve ever read
You’re so deep, I can’t even see you right now.