One Nice Bug Per Day

#extradirty
No title available

izzy's playlists!
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
YOU ARE THE REASON

ellievsbear
noise dept.

★
cherry valley forever
RMH
Noah Kahan
The Bowery Presents
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵

Product Placement

gracie abrams
taylor price
Sweet Seals For You, Always

PR's Tumblrdome
d e v o n

seen from France
seen from India

seen from United States
seen from Finland

seen from Ukraine

seen from Sweden
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Japan

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from France

seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia
seen from Bulgaria
seen from United States

seen from Singapore

seen from United States
seen from Vietnam

seen from Malaysia
@buni-senpai
Tired of optimising. Tired of living to be productive, of never ending to-do-lists and overdue tasks. Tired of follow-up emails characterised as “just checking-in”, and the self-imposed pressure to grow and improve and be better and everyday better. Some days - the difficult days - I look back and everything is still the same. I’m still 18 experiencing the most devastating loss I’ve ever known. I’m still 21 falling in love for the first time, I’m still 23, losing it. I’m 25, afraid to be touched by anything that isn’t tepid, worried that decisions to be vulnerable will be another gross miscalculation of devotion, feeling totally unhinged, lost even despite revelation after revelation. How many books can you read about yourself before you understand? How many conversations, or journal entries, or journeys of self-discovery before you stop surprising and disappointing yourself at every juncture? I am not myself. I am entirely myself. I can’t ever lose myself even if I wanted to. Some days I can’t decide if I want to.
Need slow morning kisses leading to sex and cuddles
Writers should NOT feel guilty about:
Skipping a day of writing.
Not having a perfect first draft.
Partaking in sinister, arcane rituals for inspiration.
Working at their own pace.
Enlisting demons and/or helpful spirits to aid them with editing.
me, every day: i just dont have the energy for this today
find someone who knows how to love you when you’re sad
Franz Kafka, 1912
Me to myself
i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!
Area Man Who Has "Had Enough" Wakes Up Next Morning at 6:30 AM to Commute to Work Again