[tear-dropp-deactivated20241031]

napping together is my kind of date

[mental-breakdown-oclock]

my braincells awaiting their daily dosage of medication

[theblackparadeisdead]

Tumblr isn't even a website to me it's like if my diary was a groupchat

[yungsosa]

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963”

[animatedtext]

[imaginaryminnd-deactivated20221]

go crazy about me thats my type

[animatedtext]

[vitamin-death]

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[flowerytale]

Sylvia Plath, from “Letters Home”

[ilookattextile]

Crochet bread cover from the French-Canadian community in Manitoba, Manitoba Crafts Museum and Library

[idleteen18-deactivated20240729]

[dissociate-d]

wow wouldn’t it be so cool not to be constantly worried about abandonment

[bezsensuzyc]

Mówię sobie ze nikogo nie potrzebuje, jednak prawda jest taka że to nikt nie potrzebuje mnie

[reina-enelra]

Sometimes being nice is overrated and it makes you feel unappreciated.

[floating-soul]

Sometimes I feel so lost in my life. I don’t know what I should do to feel alive.