“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”
— Kurt Vonnegut
No title available
will byers stan first human second
tumblr dot com

pixel skylines

izzy's playlists!
Cosimo Galluzzi
macklin celebrini has autism
One Nice Bug Per Day
DEAR READER
occasionally subtle

#extradirty

if i look back, i am lost
Misplaced Lens Cap

oozey mess
we're not kids anymore.
Xuebing Du
Sweet Seals For You, Always

blake kathryn
Peter Solarz
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

seen from Morocco

seen from Singapore

seen from Egypt
seen from Dominican Republic
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Uruguay
seen from Bolivia
@complcent
“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”
— Kurt Vonnegut
All About Love, bell hooks | Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken
I love the way textured hair looks.
I hate when I meet someone for the first time and get all shy and awkward, like no this is not me I swear, just wait
I want my hands on you in the softest way
A few things I’ve learned over time:
You don’t need closure from them, but from yourself.
Don’t ever apologize for how you feel.
Never let someone else make you feel like you’re not good enough.
Healing takes time, never rush that process.
It’s okay to be vulnerable sometimes.
Never let someone make you feel like you’re hard to love.
Being alone is better than being with someone who hurts your mental health.
@haleyisgayley
cannot stop thinking about "if soulmates do exist they're not found. they're made" and how much more wonderful a concept it is. you were not made to fit with someone else, you were made be yourself and it's up to you to choose who fits with you and how they fit. you get to wake up every day and choose to have the people you love the most belong with you and that makes it so much more meaningful than some random act of fate forcing you together
alien
i have never felt as mature as when i finally understood (through therapy) and internalized (through emotional work) that you cannot connect and communicate with some people no matter how kind, compassionate, understanding, articulate, eloquent, or smart you are, and that sometimes a person not listening to you does not reflect on your communication skills or ability to connect or straight up intelligence. in a way, it’s letting go of the belief that you have the power to make people understand you. communication is a two-way street, and needs two willing participants. some people are just walls, and it has been unbelievably helpful for my mental and emotional health to let it slide and know that it does not affect me or my self worth.
There's nothing wrong with sex, people.
- Having sex every day. - Saving sex for your wedding night. - Never having sex. - Having sex with different people. - Having sex with one person. - Having sex with a person of your same gender. - Loving sex. - Hating sex. - Being loud. - Being quiet.
The only thing wrong with sex?
When it’s not consensual.
Because that’s not sex. That’s rape.
Reblogging again because this post is so important.