it’s my birthday i’m 23

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@borderlinefroggie
it’s my birthday i’m 23
you ever hear a new song and immediately go “oooh the fake scenarios in my head are gonna love this”
precious baby
sometimes i hate being an assistant manager because i seriously can’t handle when customers yell at me for things i cannot control 🥴
tyler at pinkpop today 😵💫😵💫😵💫so true
Alexandra Trusova - Frida (2022)
reblog to stick a fruit sticker on a mutuals’ shirt where they can’t see
Jim Arnosky, 1981.
Pretty much what it's like
my entire life is just a test to see if i’ll commit suicide or homicide first
"wlw/mlm solidarity" is OUT and "dyke/fag solidarity" is IN
i cannot stress enough how much of an impact changing the way you talk to yourself can have on your mental health. swapping out self deprecating jokes and changing unhealthy sentiments like "i hate myself" and "i want to die" to kinder, more forgiving ones like "i need a break" and "i'm trying" can make such a difference to how you view yourself. the things we say to ourselves become a part of our lives and so we deserve to me kinder to ourselves in our heads.
I’m here again today this time to let YOU know dear reader that you’re wanted, appreciated, loved, respected, and adored beyond all compare.
i love her your honor
i think my favorite thing in tragic narratives is when there's no question that everyone is doomed and there's no going back, but instead of just angsting dramatically about it the characters choose to sing or dance or share a meal together one last time before they go to meet their fates. whether it's a couple swaying together in each other's arms and allowing themselves one last moment where all that matters is each other before it all has to come to an end, or a ragtag group of misfits and rebels united by a single cause despite their differences singing and sharing food and drink around a fire, or whatever scenario you can think of, there's just something so painfully human about it, about that fierce determination to find joy and comfort in the most hopeless situations while you still can. otherwise what are we fighting for. what are we suffering and giving our lives for if not that there will still be singing and dancing, and good food and better company to share it with, when we are gone.
something about how before stars burn out, they shine brighter first