The Moon Is Beautiful, Isn't It?

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[anxiousdreamers]

my chest is so heavy from the dream I want but can never have

[anxiousdreamers]

seven years since annebelle died and i still miss her so much

[anditslove]

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[mmad-diee]

can I please have a soft love with an aggressive and kinky undertone

[anxiousdreamers]

accidentally in love be like: ...and then the whole bus clapped

[declantlynxh]

Chelsea Hodson, from Tonight I’m Someone Else: Essays; “The End of Longing” / John Mayer, “Born and Raised” / Margaret Atwood, from The Tent / Doc Luben, from 14 Lines From Love Letters or Suicide Notes

[inkskinned]

I'm exhausted but my mind won't let me sleep. I spend my day all foggy, feeling little anchors under my eyes. Resentment in my teeth. When it comes time to finally relax, there's no use trying. I keep spending hours on my phone staring at the same three apps, not even seeing. Go to bed way past when I wish I had. Call this haze living.

[coldtongue]

13 year old me really was like: vibe check! *develops an eating disorder*

[mood9088]

[windchild]

Boy oh boy dont drugs come in handy when you wanna feel something other than pain

[anxiousdreamers]

Are acts of service your love language or do you just commit acts of service because you fear people won’t keep you around if you aren’t useful or helpful to them?

[thechekhov]

Having the “mom-friend override” seems great until you realize it’s actually a developed coping mechanism from years and years of putting other people’s emotional needs before your own. (:

[emptyshadesofblue]

there’s an ache in my chest and it won’t go away

[thegoodvybe]

[yousaveeveryonebutwhosavesyou]

[anxiousdreamers]

We’re going seventy on a back road. Every window down, the wind tangling my hair and I couldn’t bring myself to care how much brushing it would take to fix. There’s a song on the radio that I haven’t heard before, but with the wind in my hair and the sun on my face, how could I do anything but sing along? There’s more trees than I’ve ever seen before, each one a unique shade of green. Light filters through the branches, creating a mass of shadows on the grass. If I’m lucky, I can catch sight of a butterfly, and I remember just how beautiful this planet is. My friends are with me and our spirits are high, floating above us as we drive through nature, seeing everything and nothing. In this moment, tentative futures and fears are forgotten, pulled away by the absolute elation we share. We are here and now, and tomorrow can wait for tomorrow.

[dejayvu-deactivated20161121]

Possession is an illusion. Do we truly actually own anything?”

-Me, after dropping all of my stuff in lava in Minecraft (via dejayvu)