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tannertan36
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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RMH

blake kathryn
Misplaced Lens Cap

Love Begins

shark vs the universe
hello vonnie

ellievsbear
Sade Olutola
d e v o n
sheepfilms
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
i don't do bad sauce passes
NASA
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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@brokenarrow4647
BE THERE FOR YOUR SAD FRIENDS. JUST KEEP CHECKING ON THEM EVEN WHEN THEY PUSH YOU AWAY. SEND THEM RESOURCES YOU FIND. INVITE THEM OUT EVEN IF THEY NEVER GO. BE THERE FOR YOUR SAD FRIENDS!!!
“I have so much to do” *collapses on bed*
I started this last year so let’s do this again this year.
I hope you find love in 2017!
I hope you find peace in 2017
I hope you find courage and kindness in 2017
Too many people owe me my time back
them: u can’t just cut away ppl like that
me: snip snip
…It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
Jack Kerouac (via wordsnquotes)
When you have depression, it’s like you’re living on the sidelines. You’ll start off by feeling empty. Maybe it’s just a bad day or maybe there was something funky in the enchiladas you had earlier that afternoon. It’s ok. You know you’ll sleep and wake up feeling just fine. The next day, week, month… nothing changes. You start to loose focus. Your memory flits in and out like its bored of being stuck inside you all the time. You’ll catch yourself being someone else and then wave it off. Just another bad day, you say. Life will so kindly pause for you, only to speed up so fast that you’re lost. Left behind as you realize everyone else had been moving forward the whole time. You see other people and you walk the other way. They don’t care about you. The world is an unforgiving place. In fact, no one cares about you. You’re one small person in a big word. You can stay in bed and no one will notice. It’s ok to fail your classes. You’d never amount to anything anyway. Then something brings you halfway to the surface and you realize that you’re not ok. You need to get better because that crumb of will left in you says so. You exercise, write poetry, meditate, and whatever the fuck else Google says will make you alright. None of it works. You tell someone what’s happening and they wave you off. They don’t know what it’s like. To them, you’re an ungrateful, attention seeking hermit. You tell your mom as if she would believe you. You shouldn’t have been so naive. She’s not like dad. You call dad. A machine answers the phone. You’re so stupid for thinking he would pick up four years after you scattered his ashes in the park. Your life is horrible. You cut yourself once. Maybe another cut. Then another and before you know it you have 13 cuts. The relief is so sweet. People see your wrist and they are repulsed. How did this all start? Then you remember you’re not the only one suffering and you reach out for change. But toast can never be bread again.
Lowkey Vegetable 2016 (via lowkey-vegetable)
If you still have to convince yourself that you’re okay then you’re not really okay.
freefallingbodies (via wnq-writers)