and the angel said: despite what this world has made you believe, you are deserving of love and always have been.
$LAYYYTER
The Bowery Presents
trying on a metaphor
Noah Kahan

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
noise dept.

Product Placement
EXPECTATIONS
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Jules of Nature
almost home
Cosimo Galluzzi
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵

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@idiotspicee
and the angel said: despite what this world has made you believe, you are deserving of love and always have been.
i think i will become a creature.
*scuttles*
our sins burn bright in tongues of flame is there mercy in the way they consume (i find none) we dance to the sound of burning there is no forgiveness (i will not beg) holiness comes on hands and knees through the blaze we dance on (i refuse to fall)
l.r.w
“Girls know they are losing themselves… Girls become fragmented, their selves spilt into mysterious contradictions. They are sensitive and tenderhearted, mean and competitive, superficial and idealistic. They are confident in the morning and overwhelmed with anxiety by nightfall. They rush through their days with wild energy and then collapse into lethargy. They try on new roles every week: this week the good student, next week the delinquent and the next, the artist.”
— Mary Pipher, Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls (via fyp-psychology)
The old gods are meeting in each of our hearts tonight. It's a time of internal solace, trees sprout from you lungs as you inhale the vibrancy of the leaves. Tonight you feel whole, as if you are that red oak grounded oh so far away in a distant misty forest. Remember to leave an offering as this gift may not be met with apprehension, only joyous misery.
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Cottage blog
artist @danaglover
I’m FED UP of “dating” when will I just see someone who sees me and We just both See Each other
YOU WILL NEVER ANTICIPATE THE DEPTH & IMMESITY OF THE LOVE YOU WILL ONE DAY FEEL
honestly, i hate math and i will not do it. if someone asks me to do math i will pretend like i did not hear them and i will leave.
I’m Swamped
“I cannot tonight, I’m swamped,” I text. I slush forward, up to my hips in black water that continues to rise up my body with gentle aquatic fingers drawing me into the abyss. Snakes occupy my hair, will-o-wisps glow before my eyes, frogs abscond my worldly belongings, and I find peace in moonlit curses.
“if this body weren’t mine would i still hate it?”
— And So It Goes // 3:58am (via beprose)
thotty but in a very fucked up and scary way