kdug

edit the sad parts

[anxietyproblem]

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

your future self loves you. they will look through old photos of you with affection, not disgust, nor embarrassment. they wish they could tell you stories of your future, of how much you’ll change, of the people you’ll meet, of how you’ll eventually learn to accept yourself, then love yourself. they will read your diary entries and poems and favourite lyrics, heart aching, tears in their eyes. if only you knew...

your future self loves you. if only they could show you. they are living proof. you’ll turn out okay after all. they wish they were there to console you, dance with you, and make you write it a hundred times: “I AM LOVED”. they will listen to playlists you made, just to experience you again. they will write you a letter - of forgiveness, longing, reassurance. you will never read it. but you will know.

[free-my-mindd]

For your own peace of mind and sanity, don’t try to make sense of everything.

[amayobera-deactivated20250513]

ngl I needed that reminder

Not everything in this universe will make sense to you, just enjoy the beauty of existing

[allcolorsofwhite-deactivated202]

[tchaikovskaya]

sometimes its just like *street lights reflecting off the wet asphalt at night* maybe life isnt so ugly after all

[miss-chicken]

[screamon-deactivated20230625]

natasha trethewey

[thereignclub-trc]

Slow down. Enjoy your meal, focus on folding your laundry, don't rush while driving home, why are you in such a hurry? Where are you going, really? Enjoy your time in every moment. Truly live in it... Because you might get to the end of your life and realize you were racing towards nothing.

[mercedesbenzodiazepine]

I’m very…how do you say…..over it

[hairstylesbeauty]

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[frachella]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CoUDRDUIuE8/

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[zagrebinaa]

[thereignclub-trc]

Slow down. Enjoy your meal, focus on folding your laundry, don't rush while driving home, why are you in such a hurry? Where are you going, really? Enjoy your time in every moment. Truly live in it... Because you might get to the end of your life and realize you were racing towards nothing.

[engulfes]

something deeply intimate about being outside early in the morning all alone and seeing the world as she is

[tea-with-mrs-mourning-dove]

[thunderstruck9]

Charles Demuth (American, 1883-1935), Rooftops, 1918. Watercolor and pencil on paper, 10 x 14 in.