Almost.

28. chronic overthinker. emotional wreck. i like white frames around photos of landscapes and writing with colored pencils on brown paper. the thought of wearing uncomfortable shoes on a day when i need to walk a lot terrifies me. sincerely, the almost girl

[ceramiccity]

Victorian Flat Modern Extension

A bold addition by nimtim architects to a ground floor Victorian flat via concr - Brick house with modern extension, bright yellow doors, white facade, visible interior, contrasting styles. Follow Ceramic City on Tumblr Source: https://soudasouda.tumblr.com/post/752375293526900736/a-bold-addition-by-nimtim-architects-to-a-ground

[somethingtocallmine]

[like-fairy-tales]

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

there is nothing quite like a charming lake house to savor the twilight of summer and a bit of our nostalgia youth. — unknown

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

Happy Monday! Hope you have a wonderful start to your week! 🌿

(via #vintagehouse@ig)

[chronicallyoverthinking]

can we just mourn last year

can we just stop

and mourn

so heavy

so much fighting against an invisible foe

even in silence

even at home

even on your couch

we fight

heavy heart

plastic dividers

video calls

let's mourn

take a break and mourn the year in which you havent touched as many people as you could

the year you left your assprint on your dining room chair. permanently.

the year your laptop went into overdrive

the year netflix became boring

the year that brain fog became an atomic bomb, engulfing your thoughts, turning them to dust

mourn the year your brittle bones got so used to the comfortable blanket it started scratching like razor wire

the year when the fact that you

couldnt.

drink.

coffee.

outside.

was a breaking point

the year that crumbled cities which were already in shambles.

the year political leaders failed you. for the most part.

let your heavy bones not write lists. let your bones not make plans. let your bones sink so deep

under the foundations of

houses

buildings

closed shops

let them mourn the agressive four walls you've been surrounded with

allow them to sigh

creak

cry

you deserve it.

relax your shoulders.

drop your tongue from the roof of your mouth.

forgive yourself.

you're doing your damn best.

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

➕𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

http://instagram.com/coffeeandseasons

[herkind]

Another advice for girls and young women: love and sex is supposed to be fun, happy and make your life better. If it’s not, if it’s making you miserable, if it’s making you love yourself less, if it’s making you doubt yourself, and if you feel like you have to sacrifice yourself or put up with things you don’t want to, you are absolutely entitled to throw it out from your life. In fact, you should, because your life is so, so valuable and you have the right to be happy. Being a girl does not mean having to accept misery and pain, even if that’s what we’re often taught. You are allowed to decide what comes into your life. Let it be happy and beautiful.

[chronicallyoverthinking]

I am loud at pleasant social gatherings like my mother

I laugh like her

I crack jokes like her

I am funny like my father

quick witted and sly

connecting the unconnectable quickly

grasping the metaphors

snapping my fingers

weaving a web of a story

sorting the words in just the right way

to crack a joke.

Sometimes I think that no one really likes them

or likes me

sometimes I feel like I’m too much

like they give me attention because they feel pity for me

like my father.

Sometimes I feel like a victim

and wonder why everything is happening to me

I just take it quietly and overreact in my head

like my mother.

Sometimes I think I’m better than others

like I am more clever

more quick witted

more deserving

like my father.

Sometimes I feel like I have to do everything

like others depend on me too much

like my mother.

Sometimes I overexplain things

in fear that someone might not understand them

like it’s my duty to share everything I know

like my father.

Sometimes I hug too tight

like my parents

sometimes I get angry

like my parents

sometimes I cry quietly with the weight of everything unsaid on my shoulders

like my parents.

A lot of times I stand with my arms perched on my waist

like my mother.

I always carry a messenger bag like a mailman

because otherwise it falls down often

over my slouching shoulders

like my father’s.

But I have a kindness towards others

that my father doesn’t have

and that my mother may have lost along the way.

I have an understanding of my shortcomings

and a willingness to work on them.

But also an innate laziness to do so

like my father.

But also a fence and a way to ignore it

like my mother.

I have a drawer full of discarded and jagged parts

and many gaping holes within my drafty skeleton

like everyone.

I hope by 54 I can fill them in

not lose more bone marrow.

chronicallyoverthinking

[suitupweird]

[delta-breezes]

James Lloyd Cole 

[thepersonalquotes]

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

[books-n-quotes]

“Study me as much as you like, you will not know me, for I differ in a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.” Rumi

[thoughtkick]

“I hope that one day someone will make flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you.”

— vacants

[chronicallyoverthinking]

city sunsets (Zagreb, Croatia)

[books-n-quotes]

“If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.” ― Marcus Aurelius