astero

she/he/they

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[detailedart]

Sea shades details - Jean-Louis Paguenaud (1876-1952)

[evil-dog-girl]

On impulsivity

Alright, something good happened in my life. It's something so small yet had a HUGE impact. I started planning every day to see these people more and meet more and interact more. My planner was empty for MONTHS and it's now FULL of scribbles for the next two months. I want to go back to university, I've put five courses on my to-do for this semester, even though the winter session is my worst one. I want to stay outside, I want to study and study and study because it finally has a meaning.

I was, I AM, euphoric, confident, prone to do things that I wouldn't have done normally because "who gives a shit!". Like I told a stranger they had a cool backpack today (it was full of punk patches!). Not thinking about any consequence, they don't matter.

My whole point of view instantly flipped. Flipped. 180 degrees. I was literally staying in bed depressed this morning. Now I'm going 100%, all days should be filled with that exploding fuel. Living life at the fullest, doing crazy shit all day, living experiences. Giving myself the space to create chaos, to bring things in people's life abruptly. To be overall a positive and funny person.

To finally make friends.

I haven't felt this good in YEARS, even DECADES.

And all it needed was a fucking lunch.

What. The. Fuck.

[cartoonsbydana]

[sleazyowl]

God I hate how my mind works. Got the most specific and depressing ass tiktok and started tearing up then laughed at myself for being weak now I'm back my god complex. In less than thirty seconds, just like that. Just fine.

[aster0]

me

[findingfandomwithafangirl]

“Above us, only stars. Below us, only stars. To all sides, only stars. Inside us, only stars.”

[solarpunkmagazine]

“I’m personally invested in a solarpunk future. In 2020 alone, racist attacks on Asian Americans have increased by 150%. As a Filipina-American, growing bigotry is what lies ahead for me and for other BIPOC; this is why I’m committed to trading my dystopian present for a solarpunk future. Works in the subgenre aim to proliferate the attention paid to futures safe for BIPOC and the environment. Solarpunk challenges racism, classism, climate disaster, and environmental decay. It supports sustainability, diversity, and love.”

~Brianna Castagnozzi, @mosshawkarts, co-Editor-in-Chief, Solarpunk Magazine

[headspace-hotel]

i have a weird appreciation for Baroque artists, in particular Francois Boucher and Peter Paul Rubens, for depicting the human body in lush detail at a time that predates the standards for bodies to be thin and airbrushed with no wrinkles or cellulite

it’s just really interesting to me

so many the things women are taught to hate about their bodies—pudgy bellies, fat rolls, double chins, and cellulite—used to be ideals of beauty shown in depictions of goddesses

[hel7l7]

even kind words feel too vulnerable… 

I just don’t want to say something wrong

[letterstopoets-deactivated20230]

mentally ill person: *doesn't perform activity due to mental illness*

neurotypical: you're actually using this as an excuse to not do what you have to do. get over your laziness already

mentally ill person: *perfoms activity while making a huge effort overcoming mental illness in order to do so*

neurotypical: see? you're perfectly fine. there's nothing wrong with you.

[valengory1234]

I can still feel my mom in my room

I’m at university 4 hours away from her

She hates driving that far

I live in a dorm with a door I can keep locked

I can still feel my mom in my room

I can still hear my mom in my room

The door is locked

My dorm is a mess

I can hear her feet stomping towards the door

My dorm is a mess

I can hear her swearing she’s going to kill me

The door is locked. I checked.

I can still hear my mom in my room

I can still see my mom in my room

I sleep through class by accident

I miss a couple of assignments

I can see her anger

She yells that I’m an embarrassment

That I’m a disappointment

My cousins are angels that can do no wrong

I can see her hatred burning in her eyes

I can see her wanting to hit me

I can still see my mom in my room

I can still feel my mom in my room

She is in the doorway berating me

I can feel her touch as it hurts my skin

I can hear her words in my head

I can see her loathing for me

I scrape my hands through my hair

Against my scalp

I scratch at my arms, and my legs

Her words burn in my head

I’ll never make it alone

I want to bash my head in against the wall

Against the memories

I rock back and forth instead

I can still feel my mom in my room

I grab some ice and go to sleep

[ryebreadgf]

everyone be quiet i'm grieving for my unlived life

[bdhaishfbsmamdcjajja]

Oh god

I remember now

I remember now

I remember now

I remember now

I remember now

I REMEMBER WHAT YOU DID

[cxma-baby]

[siphonophore-collective-deactiv]

[missingvibrance]

[shit-im-bpd-too-now]

I didn’t want to be “stronger” I wanted to be a child