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my favorite coworker told me the scenario she thinks of to fall asleep is she stumbles upon a baby sheep and has to raise it and it grows up and she has to shear it and she says she envisions shearing it so carefully that she always falls asleep at that part
not to be a whore but can i listen to your heartbeat until i fall asleep
I get so mad at myself for thinking I ever deserved to be happy.
I knew I didn’t so I put so many walls up around me. Count days in calories and meals missed, remember the mean thoughts. Feel like no one can hurt me if I hurt me first. Skip the party. Avoid friends.
I was so stupid. I really believed someone loved me & they wouldn’t hurt me. Why did I do that. It hurts worse. A chorus in my head of you deserve this, you deserve this. Silly girl, why did you think you had a future? Because they said so? Your first mistake was stopping being mean to yourself.
I really need help if anyone is around
“November is a hinge in the year, and the door gets opened to ghosts.”
— Nina MacLaughlin, from “On the First of November, the Ghosts Arrive”, The Paris Review (via voirlvmer)
““I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.”
— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132 (via blossomfully)
I am so sorry you had a traumatic childhood and it made you stupid on line. I was raised as a lotus flower and I smell like vanilla all the time
I put your name on a beetle and let it die of thirst
“If you have the power to make someone happy, do it. The world needs more of that.”
— Unknown (via regenschirmtier)
I did my best to be lovable.
Tiny baby python got confused about what sort of mouse to catch.
Oh my god it’s so precious
it is so adorable I DIED
thinking about when my brother got chatbanned from overwatch and the email they sent him after he tried to appeal it said “we dont normally bring up the incriminating messages, but in this case we feel its necessary to show you what got you banned” and it was all shit like “ i will kidnap you in the desert and make you forget how to eat”
Fucked up that you have to go to work during the winter. Should be curled up in a little nest with several months' supply of food stocked up right now.
I cannot express how much I adore dappled shadows formed by sunlight in paintings and photography and in real life
I also adore how this pattern has manifested itself in the form of camouflage for some species
The echo of those same dappled shadows that we paint in our art is genetically coded into a baby’s fur in order to keep her safe. A beautiful thing.
(Photos by Joel Sartore)
YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO PEOPLE!!!!!! YOU BRING JOY INTO THEIR LIVES!!!!!!!!!! YOU MAKE THEM HAPPY JUST BY EXISTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE THINK ABOUT YOU POSITIVELY EVEN WHEN YOURE NOT WITH THEM!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
