Public Anonymity

A 24 year old scorpio just trying to keep afloat while looking for love in all the wrong places and trying to leave her mark on this world.

[snehadarkacademia]

If people were rain , I was drizzle and she was a hurricane

- looking for Alaska, John Green

[bnmxfld]

[spnyuri]

when they stopped putting cd drives in laptops we ALL lost

[vegan-and-sara]

[taylorswift]

*don’t say it, don’t say it OKAY I’m saying it:* I’M FEELIN 32. And Alana is feeling 30. Don’t worry we tested everyone! Thank you so much for the birthday wishes, I love you all so much 🥰🎂

[hereunoia]

When I let go of you, I started to believe in the impossible. Perhaps, even in myself again. That there was more to this set of bones, other than what history said. That my hands, small and always cold, could hold on to the moon if I tried to. I wanted to blame you for making me forget this. But the blame is mine, for letting you. Tonight, I met someone who looked at me as if they’d seen the sun set in my eyes and they were waiting for dawn to break at any moment. And just maybe, I might’ve believed them too.

alaska gold.

[dankmemeuniversity]

[haleyincarnate]

Writing by Makenzie Campbell

[everything--was--beautiful]

10

[ginsysrelocated-blog]

my favorite game is “shit i lost my phone in my blankets where the fuck did it go”

[imightevenfly]

also “i shook my blankets to find my phone and it went flying across the room into a wall.”

[haus-plant]

[scatteredthoughts2]

PHOTOS.

An album of photos,

an album of pain,

Wounds that I open,

again and again,

Laughter and smiles,

all there from the past,

Friendship and love,

that was not meant to last.

Photos of sunshine,

and playtime and games,

Photos of people,

without any names,

Photos of strangers,

on a vast human sea,

And photos of you,

smiling sweetly at me.

Photos to look at,

again and again,

On a dull afternoon,

when the clouds threaten rain,

Photos that hurt me,

with sad memories of you,

Photos with echoes,

of the dreams we once knew.

©Ambrose Harte

©Scattered Thoughts

[jericosilvers]

[trueemotionsoflife]

[shake-down-the-stars]

😂❤️⭐️

[instructor144]

One of the most warmly human things I’ve ever seen was an old parchment from the Irish middle ages, the scribe’s cat had walked across the page and left inky pawprints on the page. 

[instructor144]

FOUND IT!!!

Oh, here’s another:

It would appear that Asian scribes were also plagued by feline predations:

[dxcomposing]

I snuck into an abandoned hotel today and I found this

[lucasgarciaillustration]

[jonpertwee]

Tumblr isn’t social media, it’s a habit. Like smoking. We’re all gathering by the dumpster in the cold, reblogging posts.

[primulaceas]

Julian K. Jarboe, "First Contact, Communion." Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel