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It's my 15 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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god forbid a woman doesn’t sparkle for an audience. god forbid she’s weird, lazy, a little off putting and not trying to impress anyone

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Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Beauty," featured in What Do We Know: Poems & Prose Poems

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “The Brothers Karamazov”

A favorite yet unintentional ritual has become sitting with my iPad, scrolling through years of photos, and often reconnecting with myself - the memories, the feelings, the changes in who I am. It feels deeply, deeply inspiring and comforting. Often I start to get tears in my eyes, observing how far I’ve come, how little credit I give myself, how back and forth I fall in believing in myself. I return to myself again and again no matter how many times it takes. Sometimes I just need quiet moments to myself where I dive in and momentarily feel myself again. I’ve come a long way.

#personal rant

Sometimes my dreams are so vivid, I wake up with a jolt at how clear and real it all felt. It’s usually about something very sad - an element of my grief, and when I wake up it hurts all over again. Sometimes I’m having full conversations where maybe I’m seeking closure or finally voicing what I’ve been too nervous to say before. It does feel good to have these moments and trust that in some universe, I have done what I thought I needed to/said it all. Most of the time it just feels like more heartbreak. I’m moving through it, but wow it hurts.

i love reading a great book…. like why am i gasping and talking to myself rn

currentlycryingaboutlancelot

at the start of every month everyone reblogs some insane poetry that’s like “august has arrived and again I swallow my bones in the burning sun” and every time I’m like damn that makes no sense. but kind of true.

I don't think there's anything better than being in love with all the same interests you had in your teen years...but now having adult money and freedom to be fully immersed in those interests.

I feel the most connected to myself.

I am so happy younger me was so passionate, and it fills me with such warmth and happiness to love all the same things I still love?

I love that I got to grow up when I did. I love the cringey elder emo millennial experience. I love the 2014 tumblr era. I love the Twilight renaissance. I loooooove it all.

I truly am a museum of all the things I have ever loved.

I love art and music. I love fantasy.

I love everything younger me loved.

#personal blog