[fleurenamour]

i hate noticing anything bc now i feel like #shit 🫩

[pmamtraveller]

the moon in paintings

[fleurenamour]

i’ve been feeling so terrible these past few days… the suffering truly never ends….

[fleurenamour]

holy anxiety 🫩

[phantomrose96]

After 13 years of this, it's still funny to me that detailing a full mental breakdown on tumblr is standard fare, but posting a nice selfie is a fraught decision.

[loki-zen]

this is the correct way around and every other social media site is wrong

[fleurenamour]

🙄🙄

[fleurenamour]

i genuinely cannot live with this feeling forever, i just wanna get over it so bad… it’s been years.

[fleurenamour]

it will be okay eventually. i will forget about this and get over it like i do everything

[fleurenamour]

people not realising that as much as i’m a trier in my relationships with them, once im off it, i’ll literally never look back. push me away and i’ll never care again. but it is well 🙂‍↕️

[fleurenamour]

everything sucks

[fleurenamour]

that is so odd and nonsensical to me

genuinely what’s the point 🫩

[kaafii]

Euphoria 3.08, "In God We Trust" I dir.Sam Levinson

[thatsashitplan]

I don’t like this trend in media where struggling characters “have” to die. why aren’t addicts and outcasts allowed to have happy or hopeful endings anymore. I know things are bleak and people die but holy shit. the one grace of media is that you can CHOOSE to live in the best reality possible where EVERYONE can move on with their life and things can get better, not this defeatist nonsense.

[blueribbonbaby]

Fezco and Rue

[fleurenamour]

on today’s episode of “is it anxiety or am i just sick” I woke up with an intense feeling of malaise and wanting to throw up. Add to that a massive headache 👍🏾

[fleurenamour]

ah yes, waking up with severe anxiety 🤩🤩

[apoemaday]

Tonight I Can Write

by Pablo Neruda tr. W.S. Merwin

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, ‘The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.