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thebelchers

depsidase

thebelchers

sylvanitchi

flowers i collected on vacation

junglejim4322

It took a lot for me to mature enough to accept a lot of the time you just don’t get closure like ill never understand why certain things happened or ever receive an apology or talk to certain people again or know the answers to questions I can’t ask and people die or leave or drift away sometimes and there’s no answer. and this is actually starting to sound like some doomer shit but im not joking when i say it actually became way easier to move on with my life when I accepted sometimes things will just be left wrong and can’t be made right and there’s no point in wasting any more of my time on it

wholeheartedsuggestions

you still have so many years to meet so many people you never knew you could love so much

wholeheartedsuggestions

and they will love you too <3

wholeheartedsuggestions

reblog to reassure the next person who reads this that everything is going to be okay and it’s all going to get easier soon

cuneiformkey

You want me to lie to people?

wholeheartedsuggestions

i’ve found that a positive mindset leads to positive things, so i guess it’s up to everyone to decide if they think this is truthful or a lie

kristina100000

when it gets bad at night sometimes all you can do is brush your teeth use mouthwash and get in bed there is no point in expecting anything

a-sadnoodle

I cannot express how much I adore dappled shadows formed by sunlight in paintings and photography and in real life

great-and-small

I also adore how this pattern has manifested itself in the form of camouflage for some species

The echo of those same dappled shadows that we paint in our art is genetically coded into a baby’s fur in order to keep her safe. A beautiful thing.

(Photos by Joel Sartore)

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

it can be therapeutic to admit "actually my childhood was deeply fucking awful." not "my parents tried" or "there were good times too" or "I was lucky in certain ways" but solely to acknowledge "I went though some fucking messed up shit what the fuck was that about "

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

"my parents tried" other people's intentions don't excuse or erase your suffering. parents are expected to try, that's the bare minimum of being a parent, and it doesn't undo the consequences of failing to protect a tiny vulnerable human being. "there were good times too" children are profoundly capable of joy, every person's childhood contains some measure of joy, childhood should be joyful, and none of that erases the lasting trauma of the shit you went through. your childhood isn't a math problem where the positives and negatives balance out towards some neutral zero, reality doesn't work like that. "I was lucky in certain ways" and pretty fucking unlucky by the sound of it. ok so "things could have been worse" things could always be worse and they could always be better, that is a mundane and meaningless expression, and bitch it sure as thunder doesn't erase the fact that you walked through hell.

You. Deserved. BETTER.