my soul looks like an abandoned dollhouse

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my soul looks like an abandoned dollhouse
Patterned bruising resulting from a fall
FINALLY GOT TUMBLR BACK ON MY IPAD
Louis Janmot Study for "'The Martyrdom of Saint Christina"
Black pencil on paper, 18.5 x 12.5 cm, 19th century
i like oranges and missing people
yesterday was frederick’s one year anniversary with us so when we did our daily morning walk to his favorite park we put him in the swing for the first time. we thought he would be really hyper and manic about it but instead he just kind of sat there like an unimpressed lump and blinked very slowly while we took 7000 photos of him. he was rewarded greatly for his efforts. i love you fred. happy one year with me beb. you keep me warm at night with your overbearing body heat and you give my cheeks rashes with your constant kissing and licking and you chew little holes in all my socks that keep my toes cold and constantly remind me that i have you in my life. you are also an excellent pillow and you’re pretty much the love of my life
i think perhaps i am aiming for that true feeling of rest i hadn't felt in a long time
i want books and to be more self indulgent
not in a self ruining way, but little things that you find enjoyable because absolutely nothing has rendered as so
the paradox of wishing myself more productive and fulfilled. while simultaneously wanting to do absolutely nothing and sleep my way through life
i want books and to be more self indulgent
not in a self ruining way, but little things that you find enjoyable because absolutely nothing has rendered as so
dreading the feeling of having to get up and do anything