shark vs the universe
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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if i look back, i am lost
Cosimo Galluzzi
The Stonewall Inn
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izzy's playlists!
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EXPECTATIONS
Show & Tell
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Jimmy Eat World
macklin celebrini has autism
$LAYYYTER
bliss lane
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@hadeslovesme
If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.
Oh hey! Haven’t seen this in forever! Didn’t reblog it when it came across me before, not gonna skip it this time, I need some good vibes.
Far be it from me to miss this chance.
And I whisper to myself, I am safer alone.
Wasted, Marya Hornbacher / . / . / . / painting by Mladen Ilic / Paul Auster / Letters To Milena, Franz Kafka / Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys / The Departure Of The Train, Clarice Lispector / Beau Taplin
Shh......
its kind of weird how women are expected to stay in a relationship just because there is potential but a man doesn’t even stay a second he finds her not to his liking.
focus on now. screw the potential. now is what matters.
Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (trans. Ibrahim Muhawi) [ID'd]
on context: "[set during] the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon and the shelling of Beirut [...] Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?" (source)
It's cause you're always at that damn grocery store
i just wanted to cry because it’s just so heavy my god and im being shamed for it or idk im expected to be strong all the time
how do i hold all this sadness
where do i keep it?
what am I gonna do now oh god
im sad again and it hurts so much and im sinking again lord help me but i dont even know which god to pray to
not now, im noticing the pattern
Asiatic Clam Man help me through. Amen
i am most definitely written by a wizard with autism
My early 20's was really me like "I WISH I had the time to eat healthy, sleep, and work out but I just have too many other important things in my life right now" meanwhile I was emotionally absent, disassociating from stress and lack of sleep and nutrition, and totally abandoning myself for an idealized version of me I thought I could become simply by force and willpower
Insane to reflect on like....if you don't take care of yourself you actually CANT show up for anything you love or want
Why doesn't anyone teach us that
there is a huge difference between criticizing an institution and criticizing individual behavior. i can criticize the makeup industry without criticizing the 14 year old girl who uses concealer because she’s self-conscious about her acne; i can criticize the plastic surgery industry without vilifying the woman who decided to get a nose job after two decades of pointed comments and bullying. it is intellectually dishonest to respond to an institutional criticism as if it were a personal attack; on the flip side, it is cruel and unnecessary to leverage personal attacks in the name of institutional criticism
if i see one (1) more person respond to a perfectly reasonable beauty-industry-critical sentiment with “but i personally enjoy eyeshadow. why are you attacking people who like eyeshadow :(” or “exactly, all women who wear makeup are miserable and brainwashed” i am going to climb a tree and bite the top of it
i was so fucking sad when i was 14 and now when i fold my laundry or see a pool of moonlight on the floor of my bedroom i know that miracles exist. i see love in everything. love sees everything in me too
i love re-consuming media i used to love when i was younger. like wow! child me still is in me i am holding her hand and keeping her safe and doing her favorite things with her!!!!
