i am your echo

mari | 20s | she/her

[milflaralorvan-deactivated20231]

when you see your little kitty walking toward you at a leisurely pace and say "hi baby!" bc you're excited to see her and she starts trotting a little bit faster 'cause she's excited to see you too. that's what life is all about i think

[pink111shit]

[gayteensupreme]

arts degrees r so funny because you go in class and theyre like What Is A Poem? we dont know for sure... and then moral of the story is we don't know what a poem is. and then the worst part of it is that theyre right

[stephen9260]

@jjay-mess @viraktheraccoon @akinoaruhi hey guys who remembers the horrors

[stillnaomi]

using violence to liberate people from sweatshops, unsafe mines, and grinding poverty isn't the same as using violence to impose those things on people. the idea that violence is morally repugnant regardless of context is a belief that every oppressor throughout history would love for the oppressed to hold

[icaseybaybee]

[cherryjuicegf]

when will my thesis defend me

[absoluteconceptofbeauty]

Im so glad costar said this

[bonivers]

feeling like an academic flop will have you randomly thinking shit like You’ve Betrayed And Destroyed Yourself For Nothing and it’s like Ok girl tone it down it’s not that serious

[mynowherenothing]

[wibblyrlin]

florence welch photographed by leo di filippo

[eggsdoodz]

i missed drawing flowers

[ryebreadgf]

march sunlight… coming soon to a window near you

[rehlaxe]

Have you ever really thought about how when you look at the moon, it’s the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and Van Gogh and Cleopatra looked at.

[violentcherries]

just so you know

2020

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Oh shit. Sally Field kinda went off here. “The garment you knit for yourself as a child.” Might have to read her memoir now.

[Chris Dennis]

[saudi49-deactivated20250114]

[singing-bowl]

thinking about how ursula k leguin said "what goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives" and how everyday i wake up slightly different and i can feel myself shed the skin of who i used to be slowly, slowly, until i look back and can scarcely recognise who i was... but also she is still a part of me, part of the leaf litter and the humus, supporting me as i send new roots down and new leaves stretching up to the sunlight