
oozey mess
noise dept.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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if i look back, i am lost

Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
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Show & Tell
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@iits-whateverrrrr
sorry for being so weird it's my first time being alive
My great-grandma is getting close to 100 and her memory is starting to go, and she can't quite remember what my chosen name is, but she knows my birth name isn't right. She puts my birth name in quotation marks to signify she knows it's not correct, and I just. I love her. I love her so fucking much.
Sometimes love is quote marks around your deadname. Sometimes love is "I don't remember everything about you, but I know you've grown and changed. My memory is fading, but I love you."
spring is coming. Spring IS COMING. You will stand on soft grass again, and feel the sun kiss your cheeks and shoulders. you will eat of the same berries as the animals returned from their hibernation. you will hear the air alive with your collective breathing.
there’s a special kind of grief you feel towards yourself when you’ve been mentally ill for as long as you remember. you see ppl saying they long to return to their old self but you don’t have an old self, or if there was, you can’t remember it. ur “old self” was a child. this self is all you’ve ever known. then there’s the fear that comes with trying to find out who you are without your mental illnesses, it’s all new to you and you don’t know if you’ll like who you’ll be
Just because there’s comfort in things that you’ve known your whole life doesn’t mean you should stay there forever
you heard him
i love constantly evolving into a cooler version of myself
btw by cooler i don’t mean like. trendier or more conventionally attractive but a version of myself that feels more like an honest representation of myself and all the layers of myself that are shifting as i grow and learn more about myself and the world …. (which makes me hotter.)
The best part of being authentic is that there is no image to maintain. You will delight some and disturb others, and none of it will concern the truth of your being.
there is only one valid film opinion
please be nice to me, i'm in my twenties. do you know what that does to a person
nobody is irrelevant. nobody is invisible. your neighbors know your name and see you set off to school or work or the backyard everyday, sometimes with a spring in your step and sometimes with hunched over shoulders. there was this one time some stranger pointed you out to their friends and said “that’s the haircut I want” or “I have that shirt, too” or “they go to my school”. someone has admired the way you carry yourself or gave a presentation or even the way you’re so polite when you first meet a person. you’ve made comments or jokes that have stuck in minds of overhearers and eavesdroppers. when old classmates of yours think back to kindergarten or fourth grade or sophomore year they remember you and have an opinion of you. you’ve made recommendations of songs and restaurants and even cookie brands and actually introduced people to their all-time favorites. the cashier at the grocery store knows exactly what laundry detergent your household uses, or even if you don’t do your laundry at all.
you can never be irrelevant. there’s pieces of you everywhere, in a dozen lives, in a hundred dreams, in a million memories. maybe it’s true that you don’t have any friends, and you have a sucky relationship with your family or no family at all and no-one ever checks up on you, and you’re really very lonely, but that doesn’t determine your worth. you do. and so do the billions of small attributions you’ve already made to the world, both long-term and short-term. so thank you.
uh oh! you misunderstood a social cue and said something mildly awkward. you will think about this and cringe everyday for the next 20 years