and what if I told you nine was less afraid of love than ten. what then.
for a moment i lived in a beautiful world where doctor who didn’t exist and this was simply a seven-ate-nine joke too layered for me to understand

blake kathryn

Janaina Medeiros

Origami Around
Peter Solarz
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

if i look back, i am lost

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
One Nice Bug Per Day
AnasAbdin
$LAYYYTER
Three Goblin Art
todays bird
almost home
No title available

titsay

izzy's playlists!
Mike Driver

Andulka

tannertan36
seen from France

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Netherlands
seen from Italy

seen from Türkiye

seen from Türkiye
seen from Brazil
seen from South Africa
seen from China
seen from Poland
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Thailand
seen from Romania

seen from United States

seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from South Korea
seen from United States
seen from Australia
@caustickally
and what if I told you nine was less afraid of love than ten. what then.
for a moment i lived in a beautiful world where doctor who didn’t exist and this was simply a seven-ate-nine joke too layered for me to understand
Arnold Lobel characters with books
Funfetti Cake
‘how would other people describe you’ why would i know this
via @swatercolor [insta]
i just want to lay in bed and read books all day and not participate in life
do u ever miss your own energy. like damn what happened to me
To myself, raised in an environment that glorified and romanticized restriction and suffering:
There is no victory in skipping dinner, or lunch, or breakfast, or morning coffee, or dessert.
There is no victory in refusing heaters and air conditioners and fans and heated blankets.
There is no victory in denying yourself sleep, or showers, or movement, or water, or a comfortable bed, or taking the elevator vs. the stairs.
There is no victory in refusing pain meds and heating pads and ice packs and medical help.
There is no victory in punishing yourself needlessly, in telling yourself that this pain you feel is because you are bad to the core and deserve it.
There is no victory in choking back your laughter and your tears, to keep an imagined equilibrium of safety that is really just a dry, cracked, empty, endless emotional desert.
You are here. You are in this body, and this body is yours. You deserve good things. You are alive, and that is messy and loud, and messy and loud are okay.
It’s okay to live abundantly. It’s okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to indulge. This paralysis of self-punishment, self-restriction, self-loathing is not healthy or good for you.
I DUG MY KEY INTO THE SIDE OF HIS SHITTY LITTLE FUCKING PS5
Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheeeeaaatttssss
Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away. And I’m dead. Not anymore.
Are you free from your curse yet i miss you