Some Kind of Wonderful

[fairycosmos]

[desperatelyseekingsydney]

That moment when you realize they just wanted to fuck you

[desperatelyseekingsydney]

I am a fool. It is in my nature. You see, my mother never taught me to value myself. She said “if you aren’t of value to others, you aren’t a very good person”. I think she was right. Because even now as I sit in my humid, hot, stiflingly lonely apartment? I wasn’t of enough value. I don’t think I ever will be.

I’m coming around to the idea that I’m like a dessert course. Served last and with finality. “Okay you’ve even now it’s time to get out of the restaurant” the  maitre d' will below.

I’ve never been with a man who I didn’t completely destroy. It’s probably why my mother wouldn’t buy me “hang to dry” clothes in my youth. She saw what I now see: nothing valuable and yet ever so costly.

I shared with someone the story of my parents and their Fanny pack full of cash and a plan to travel to china to get a baby. But instead having me by surprise. When I finished the story, without hesitation, the man said “oh so you weren’t what they wanted”. I’d never had someone say that to me before and it cut deeper than I expected.

I exist for your entertainment.

[desperatelyseekingsydney]

[slightmood]

standing in front of a daycare spinning and flipping an infant around like a sign

[rebeldyke]

sandw1tchshop on instagram

[trlake-deactivated20200421]

what’s the pink they put in pink lemonade that makes it so poppin

[craigzlist]

that’s pussy babe!

[professionalchaoticdumbass]

actual world heritage post

[desperatelyseekingsydney]

When I convey information about my life and existence? I feel needy and dramatic. I always hear things like “when you find the right person you won’t be too much”. When? Who! How!?

[animatedtext]

[shitbl0gger]

[roseforviolet]

[desperatelyseekingsydney]

I have to start writing again. I have to get the tension out. This life is so filled with easily unsatisfying things. It feels like my relationship is dead and dying all at once. Forever seems like forever ago. No one reads my blog but me these days and I’m okay with that. There’s safety in a crowd of strangers. No one to talk to. No one to walk away from.

[desperatelyseekingsydney]

Maybe one day will be the right day. But it isn't now. It isn't soon. Maybe it isn't ever. I will forever hold a space for you. I'm just turning the "open" sign off for now.

[loveridden1999]

we as a society moved on from this photoshoot too quick

[kimpossibooty]

So grateful to tumblr for how they format links when texting posts to people

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[djotime]

CHAPPELL ROAN Coachella — April 12, 2024

[autismking]

[kosmia]

Students of Judy Chicago’s Feminist Art program at California State University, 1970.