just being able to hold them tight as they wake up is one of the best feelings in the world.
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just being able to hold them tight as they wake up is one of the best feelings in the world.
“if she cries, she’s too emotional, but if she holds back, she’s standoffish. if she has sex, she’s a slut, but if she never does, she’s a bitch. if she speaks her mind, she’s throwing a tantrum, but if she stays silent, she’s a coward. if she burns bridges, she holds grudges, but if she extends a hand, she’s naive. with all this considered, one day I’d like to see, what can a woman do without being torn apart?”
— On the Demonization of Taylor Swift (by Leigh)
Where can I get this dress??
We are the generation weaned on our parents over-romanticism and collateral heartbreak.
I never knew my mother’s love like I knew the star crossed lovers on the silver screen.
We search for human connection like fire searches for oxygen and we crack jokes about the things that make us feel alive, but kill us twice as fast.
We are the generation of spirited devotion to the perversion of expectations, who salivate to the thought of suicide and Xanax.
We are the result our parents’ negligence and the start of the Iraq war,
the penetration of technology in every aspect of our being, the idea of anonymity out the window, replaced by an inconsolable awareness of our own fatality.
We are the broken generation who learned to cope with hello kitty bandaids and DayQuil, who worry about everything and nothing at all.
Generation Z
d.n.
Her angel eyes saw the good in many devils.
June
reading in the library
self love and knowing your worth
waking up earlier
letting people know u appreciate them
spending more time with your friends
believing that you can achieve things
feeling sunlight warm your face
making the bed every morning
being softer and kinder
baby steps to being a better version of yourself
paying more attention to little details
FUCK. honestly just FUCK. We missed a very important day yesterday.
what was yesterday, cat?
I’m not missing it this year.
Having a Mental illness makes you more compassionate towards other people.
Because you know how it feels and how bad it can get.
You never want anyone to be in the same place as you.
You understand their pain and know how to help them by being there for them because you know how much you wanted someone to be there for you.
accurate …
Me: *eats 3 full meals 3 days in a row*
Me: *isn’t extremely hungry 24/7*
Me:
one day you’ll wake up early and look out your window and the birds will be singing and the sun will be shining and you won’t care about the calories in your coffee and you will be okay. everything will be okay.
Need a hand with your heart?
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anyways, you don’t need to earn food. you need food whether you’ve worked out or not, whether you’ve walked 10,000 steps or not, whether you ate a lot yesterday or not. you need food. you deserve to have food. don’t let society try to convince you that you don’t.
Yes! It should also be enjoyed. Although I am eating healthier and being conscious of what I eat- it’s important to make it enjoyable
why am i punishing my body? it didn’t do anything wrong. my body keeps me alive, let’s me move, helps me grow. and i decided to deprive it of energy, to hurt it, starve it? i don’t know. i think about recovery more and more lately.
things that feel very inexplicably lonely and almost nostalgic in a strange way:
a bed stripped of its sheets
abandoned department stores
barns in empty fields
long stretches of country road without any sign of civilization
late at night when it feels like everyone but you is asleep
public library desktops
parks
standing under at a bus stop in the rain, but specifically when the rain turns the world gray
watching the sunset on an empty suburban street
driving through suburbs in a town that isnt yours. it’s so familiar but you know you dont belong.
buildings that are starting to be taken over by nature