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les fleurs
I am overwhelmed by responsibility & I am so tired of coming up short.
little pleasures and little crushes make life worth living.
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this girl hit me up (6 years later!) on instagram last week saying she moved to my city, thinks about me often & wants to reconnect 🥵
the way depression completely destroys my memory and my concept of time is crazy
I am 30 but only remember the last 12 years well, most everything else is murky.
still can’t believe that I’m a mother and that I made this sweet little boy.
All roads unfortunately lead back to tumblr.
I haven’t been depressed since I gave birth and it’s the most beautiful and surprising thing.
I have been cycling in and out of depressive episodes for 20 years but i haven’t had a bad day in 3 months. Every night, I worry that in the morning, it will have faded. I’ll wake up heavy, unable to leave the bed, lost to despair. But it hasn’t happened. Every day, I wake up to the most beautiful boy looking back at me with my eyes.
30 & getting finer
transitioning into parenthood is jarring.
i’m mentally aware that I am totally responsible for this beautiful little person, that i’m someone’s mother, but i also feel like i’m cosplaying.
i’m literally thinking ‘what would a mom do’ as though i’m playing some temporary role.
I wonder when it will feel more real, when who i was will completely give way to who i must be.
Black burlesque beauties "Doris and Hortense" & Gladys Martez, 1954 🖤🖤🖤
my little library 📚
meeting my students’ parents is like “OH, THIS is what’s wrong with you”
i will never stop oversharing on the internet!