in medias cogitationes

writing so I don't end it all | 27 years of age | frightened burden to parents (iykyk)

[wallflower-core-deactivated2026]

digital drawing over a pencil sketch

[biljka-na-vjetru]

therapist: when you have a panic attack, I want you to go to your happy place me: ok

[biljka-na-vjetru]

Yeah, hi, just letting everybody know this is where I'll be staying for the rest of my days no one talk to me

[biljka-na-vjetru]

Still manifesting this in 2025 (for the show and myself)

[biljka-na-vjetru]

kinda hypocritical of you ms clarissa ngl

[biljka-na-vjetru]

I can't believe after everything we've been through, Tumblr stands once again like a god-sent saving hand, a comfort space, a warm motherly hug protecting poor souls from the wretched hell that is the Algorithm Almighty, reminding of the olden days of early Internet, when it was reserved for “nerds” and “geeks” (read: neurodivergent and other people with niche interests) before normies found us and burnt us to the ground.

We need to gatekeep harder this time, folks!

[biljka-na-vjetru]

Can you at least let me publish one (1) book before unleashing fascist dystopia onto the world jfc...

[biljka-na-vjetru]

How I plan to exist for the rest of 2025 ✌️

[aandjeo]

[uraandri]

"the one who died, saved himself!!!"

[biljka-na-vjetru]

Me in my last workplace where I felt like I arrived from District 12 to the Capitol being ruled by President Coin instead of Snow.

[biljka-na-vjetru]

Me starting a new writing exercise:

"So um anyway..."