Periodic check-in to see that yes, Tumblr is still "like that", as am I, and may we all continue our foraging and our VSCO-ing and our melancholic ways.

Origami Around
Show & Tell
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
i don't do bad sauce passes
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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we're not kids anymore.
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Mike Driver
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Xuebing Du

Kaledo Art
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane

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RMH
Sade Olutola

pixel skylines

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Periodic check-in to see that yes, Tumblr is still "like that", as am I, and may we all continue our foraging and our VSCO-ing and our melancholic ways.
This pain in my bones settles like an old friend.
It reminds of me all too much and nothing at all- I cannot stand to feel it any more.
Must I live with this?
I woke up hurting this morning.
Not moving makes it hurt- moving too much makes it hurt more.
I’m tired of waking up in pain.
It lives in my knees- Creaks in my elbows and erupts from my wrists.
It clenches my jaw and throbs behind my eyes.
Snakes up and down my spine.
Wraps greedy arms around my waist.
Clamps too firm hands on my hips.
Lays lips that burn on the back of my neck.
… He does not love me.
He drags unkind claws across my shoulders, and tears delicate skin on my chest.
Uses his mouth to bite bruises onto my legs, and his thumbs to press them onto my arms.
Pain is an unkind creature- uncaring for the damage he causes and caring only for his own satisfaction.
I'm tired of waking up to his lips on my temple.
His nails too long and teeth too sharp.
I’m tired of his hands around my throat.
Of his nails in my eyes when I cry, and his breath in my lungs when I breathe.
Allow me to exist in the correct fashion for once, won't you?
I know his answer will never be yes, but I will still ask for mercy.
Though I will not beg- no, I will never beg.
Coffee Shop in Kyoto
Fort Jesus, at the edge of Mombasa island, Kenya. 🌴
Photo taken by yours truly on a hot and humid educational trip day with my classmates 3 years ago. Of course, I live here so, I wasn’t burning into a crisp like my pals from inland, colder Kenya. 😂
Goals: a better phone, and more photography to exhaust my creative juices. I got too much, I can explode.
Sunset, Peak District, Derbyshire, England
Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig
More Good Food - Ambrose Heath
decorations by Edward Bawden - London Faber & Faber 1933
She was in a reverie of sweet remembrances.
Jane Austen, from “Mansfield Park,”
Chen Huimin