uhh

whyamionlyabletouse32characters:

at least there’s fucking friends. at least there’s people who love you in this godforsaken world

cottaegecore:

you are not a machine. you are more like a garden. you need different things on different days. a little sun today, a little less water tomorrow. you have fallow and fruitful seasons. it is not a design flaw. it is wiser than perpetual sameness. what does your garden need today?

whatsnewalycat:

chucktaylorupset:

wantonlywindswept:

chucktaylorupset:

*emerges from the other room covered in blood* you should see the word document

does it look like this

i was picturing this as after a successful writing jaunt but this is so much darker

lifeinpoetry:

“Move on,” you hear, but to what howling emptiness?

— Denise Riley, from “Little Eva,” Say Something Back & Time Lived, Without Its Flow

infinityonhighvevo:

yeah yeah yeah mortifying ordeal of being known and all that but sometimes a friend mentions something about you that you didn’t think was noticeable and it feels like your heart is being cradled in their hands

lesbiacebian:

shoutout to boring queer people who don’t do shit. just go to work or school and then come home to watch shows. while gay

neutrofer-moved:

In a situation right now. Excited for The passing of time to take me out of it.

bakwaaas:

indulging in a little melancholy tonight. as a treat

l10l-deactivated20200813:

bitches see a text and are like ‘ill reply when i have the social and emotional energy for it’ and then forget about it for a week….anyway i’m bitches