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Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle Vincent van Gogh, Garden at Arles (1888)
i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.
I am a beautiful woman and I deserve to eat two enormous pastries before 9 am
if you’re gonna be miserable and sad at least do it while you’re looking at some beautiful trees and the sun is warming your back etc etc #enjoyyoursummer
life is entirely too often about "trusting the process." i want instant gratification and i deserve it too
you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself
in the morning, i get on tumblr and reblog beautiful images, but by the evening i devolve into madness
“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”
— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years (via crowsummer)
fuuuck I could use a mysterious benefactor right now
A bright late 19th century corner apartment in Amsterdam
— Sunrise, by Louise Glück
hey so can somebody please do something about all of this
the only way to tell if a man is truly gentle is if he has green moss and algae all over him from sleeping quietly, motionlessly, at the bottom of a crystal clear riverbed
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