i hate it here
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Xuebing Du

Love Begins
Sade Olutola
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Discoholic 🪩
One Nice Bug Per Day

oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

if i look back, i am lost
RMH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Stranger Things
Cosmic Funnies
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Andulka

Product Placement
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@francesfigcoppola
i hate it here
𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓻
i love you tumblr
spreading class consciousness around here
i saw myself the other day and i had to have 3 friends convince me i didn’t look like aunt gladys.
Something I find strange is sending a message to someone as soon as they die, like if you were quick enough, they might see it. It is as if somehow the waiting period between life and death is just a wave over your soul of everyone you've ever known praising you and washing you with the turns of phrases such as "you'll be missed." Love in its finality will please a life of disappointment and sorrow. When the wave pulls back, can you feel the lifetime of grief you thrust upon them? Is death just as much a balancing act just as life is? Relishing in the good or accepting the bad. There is solace in that I will rest in equilibrium. Finally, returning to nature.
this was about liam payn btw
Something I find strange is sending a message to someone as soon as they die, like if you were quick enough, they might see it. It is as if somehow the waiting period between life and death is just a wave over your soul of everyone you've ever known praising you and washing you with the turns of phrases such as "you'll be missed." Love in its finality will please a life of disappointment and sorrow. When the wave pulls back, can you feel the lifetime of grief you thrust upon them? Is death just as much a balancing act just as life is? Relishing in the good or accepting the bad. There is solace in that I will rest in equilibrium. Finally, returning to nature.
when shit gets so bad you start using the crystals that decorate your room
i’m going through another parasocial breakup
I was riding the L today and it started picking up its pace rapidly. Typically I’d dig my nails into the skin of my palms preparing for the train to leap of the tracks just like the yellow line did months ago. Today, I let go. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes my lids merely draping over. I thought about whether or not it would hurt, If I were to die. In that moment it didn’t matter. Death would find me no matter how hard I try to hide behind each corner. It was all about the wait, would it take me in the night and grab my ankles as I shelter underneath my bed. Or would it find me now, on the L. It didn’t matter anymore for I would be found. There is peace within my realization for hiding has become unnecessary, I shall embrace death for its been with me since the beginning. An old friend I’ll walk with, hand in hand. I shall embrace death for I know it better than anyone else
i need a roman holiday
La Strada by Federico Fellini (1954)
virginia is woolf is the original girl blogger
Spiritually, this resonates with me
thinking about when i got so depressed during quarentine and i started giving offerings to the fae
can’t talk rn i’m going through a breakup i made up in my head
i got the beef
should i start writing fanfiction? bc i have ideas