[f0rcee]

Do you miss all your old selves?

no they are inside of me i hug them everyday and say u did such a good job

[sproutlett]

forgive yourself again and again and again and again and again

[typewriter-worries]

love letters, victoria chang

[theotreptos]

[ashstfu]

[machineryangel]

honestly the human brain is so small that you *will* forget how much beauty there is out there to experience unless you leave your house every three days. ik its fucked up but i promise its true

[machineryangel]

my brain, trying to deceive me: there's literally nothing outside!!!!! it's the same neighborhood it's always been !!!!!

me, tying my shoes: shut up shut up!!!! by god we're gonna try to find magic in mundane today !!!!

[havingapoemwithyou]

this year i mean to be a elephant by Wendy Xu

[havingapoemwithyou]

how some of it happened by Marie Howe

[papayajuan2019]

the night is still young. i can do yoga and use my oil pastels. i can cut another fruit. i can write in my journal. i can make a poem. i can invite the figure outside my window in

[homunculus-argument]

My current plan to recover from my mental and emotional existence is to just go so deep into being insane that I'll come out sane on the other side. Being a chronic people pleaser plagued with impostor syndrome stretched me too thin, and that leash simply snapped and I am now a completely untethered, unapologetic vermin.

Fuck having impostor syndrome, if I'm not entitled to be here they should've barred the doors better. If I'm doing everything wrong because of imaginary rules that nobody told me about, that's their problem, you should have made your confusing system more idiot-proof.

I'm not here to please everyone and do everything right. I'm here to make bad art, chew on furniture, make people laugh, cook awful food and look at pretty landscapes, and piss off the people who don't want me to exist. If I have an unseen infinite debt somewhere that I can never pay back, I'm going to keep running that tab until I die. I'm alive purely because the universe is shit at pest control.

[theincompetentdesi]

i never thought "i'm alive purely bc the universe is shit at pest control" would be my motivation of the day but damn this dude went hard

[dykearchived]

Fatale Media’s Bathroom Sluts (1991)

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

[guooey]

Ohhhhhj so the childhood self doesn't disappear forever they come back as a ghost when you are struggling to break into adulthood and sit with you during your lunch break so you're not alone. Alright

[anditslove]

Iain Thomas, The Light That Shines When Things End

[ashstfu]

[intimatum]

Eloise Klein Healy, Asking About You

[schuylerpeck]

I don’t want to write emails, I want to gather a long skirt in my hands and stand with my feet in the river.

[twocubes]

people want doing the right thing to be like pulling the correct lever at the correct time but actually usually doing the right thing is more like holding a moderate weight at arm's length continuously for seventeen years