god damn it, you've got to be kind.

god damn it, you've got to be kind. all I have's my honour a tolerance for pain a couple of college credits & my top notch brain. self about shit I was tagged in covers

[kosmogrl]

there’s something very beautiful about being able to try again tomorrow

[mintbecrazy]

I have been trying tomorrow for the past 3 years

[kosmogrl]

and you still have tomorrow to try again

[garmentpurist-deactivated202603]

I love getting older. I’m hotter, more confident, more intelligent. Ageism is a dirty trap. Don’t get caught in it.

[pronouncingitwang]

at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

up at 3am googling how do i break out of a repetitive cycle that both comforts and harms me

[kosmogrl]

um guys, I think we need to stop waiting for ‘the right time’ and just start doing the things we want whenever because the right time’s never gonna come, and if we keep waiting it’s just gonna turn into an endless cycle

[kosmogrl]

WHO SAID THAT?

[kosmogrl]

um guys, I think we need to stop waiting for ‘the right time’ and just start doing the things we want whenever because the right time’s never gonna come, and if we keep waiting it’s just gonna turn into an endless cycle

[kosmogrl]

WHO SAID THAT?

[kosmogrl]

the kind of tired you feel after a happy long beach day is the only kind of tired anyone should ever feel

[acerbaa]

My love, I was so wrong. Dying is the opposite of leaving. When I left my body, I did not go away. That portal of light was not a portal to elsewhere, but a portal to here. I am more here than I ever was before. I am more with you than I ever could have imagined. So close you look past me when wondering where I am. It’s Ok. I know that to be human is to be farsighted. But feel me now, walking the chambers of your heart, pressing my palms to the soft walls of your living. Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, “How tall are you?” In my back pocket is a love note with every word you wish you’d said. At night I sit ecstatic at the loom weaving forgiveness into our worldly regrets. All day I listen to the radio of your memories. Yes, I know every secret you thought too dark to tell me, and love you more for everything you feared might make me love you less. When you cry I guide your tears toward the garden of kisses I once planted on your cheek, so you know they are all perennials. Forgive me, for not being able to weep with you. One day you will understand. One day you will know why I read the poetry of your grief to those waiting to be born, and they are all the more excited. There is nothing I want for now that we are so close I open the curtain of your eyelids with my own smile every morning. I wish you could see the beauty your spirit is right now making of your pain, your deep seated fears playing musical chairs, laughing about how real they are not. My love, I want to sing it through the rafters of your bones, Dying is the opposite of leaving. I want to echo it through the corridor of your temples, I am more with you than I ever was before.  Do you understand? It was me who beckoned the stranger who caught you in her arms when you forgot not to order for two at the coffee shop. It was me who was up all night gathering sunflowers into your chest the last day you feared you would never again wake up feeling lighthearted. I know it’s hard to believe, but I promise it’s the truth. I promise one day you will say it too– I can’t believe I ever thought I could lose you.

love letter from the afterlife, andrea gibson

[tlirsgender]

You can adapt to being Socially Weird by getting into consciously analyzing your interactions like Mind Chess, but watch out: this makes it worse

[tlirsgender]

Bad news about Not doing this, also

[sophsun1]

The Simpsons – 7.14: Scenes from the Class Struggle in Springfield

[cheaphalloweencostume]

i don’t get horror movies, why doesn’t the protagonist just act in a way which will prevent a story from being told or piece of entertaining media made

[rainyydoves]

[kosmogrl]

[valtsv]

a tshirt that says "ONLY YOU CAN SEE ME"

[downtheaxon]

scrolling through posts I made in 2012 feels like looking through old journals wtf

[closet-keys]

-Andrea Gibson

[youwouldbehomenow]

Andrea Gibson 8/13/75 - 7/14/25 "I am more here than I ever was before. I am more here with you than I ever could have imagined." – Love Letter From the Afterlife