everyday aesthetics

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[beezl3bub]

not to be dramatic but i think screaming at the top of my lungs for an extended period of time would massively improve my mental state

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

room so messy you lowkey gotta brace yourself like you’re preparing to enter the battlefield

[nuttybarzz]

It’s engraved into my skin

Every crevice of my mind you lurk

[everyday-aesthetic101]

[hopelessvalentines]

- there is so much pain.

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[dappermouth]

tiny cuts.

[virgomoon]

you can never go back. this is your one life. you had a bad childhood and that's it. you lost your teen years to mental illness and that's it. you're miserable in your 20s and that's it. you just go forward

[sentientsky]

[peach-and-cherryblossom]

[everyday-aesthetic101]

You know what's really terrible? Getting something you really wanted and being miserable every minute of it.

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[everyday-aesthetic101]

What a difference a few minutes of patience can make...

[corruptedtwinks]

pouring-out-poetry \\ Lidia Yuknavitch \\ ??? \\ Haruki Murakami \\ Anne Carson \\ Catherine Abbey Hodges \\ Anne Sexton \\ Germaine de Stael \\ Anne Sexton

[everyday-aesthetic101]

You know, what's the worst? Sometimes, after we said good night, I'll stare at the word "online" under your name and wait for it to disappear. Because it's the clostest I can get to watching you fall asleep in my arms, safe and sound.

[patrice-bergerons]

Life is full of first times and last times right. There is a last time you will take a train away from a place, no matter how many good memories you have there.

There is a last morning you will wake up in an apartment, no matter how much of a home you made for yourself within those walls, how many times you laughed and cried and smiled.

A last time you will watch your favorite player score. A last time you will see someone you love smile.

And you know this.

You know this when you get off your train that first time.

You know it in the first evening you spend at a new place, eating take out on the floor among unopened boxes. You know it when you jump up to your feet because a player you haven't paid attention before just scored a screamer of a goal.

The ending is always inscribed in the beginning. Always. And you know it. So then you would think--

But it doesn't matter what you think and what you know. You would think it would hurt less, knowing, but somehow it never works that way.

[wandacrow]

love me the way a poet loves a pen and ink