Choose Life

Kelsey, 28. She/her. INTJ

[kaijuno]

[tsunderebird]

[willemdaflutist]

[lifeinpoetry]

“it’s like this; / say there’s a whole room of people and you’re somewhere in the middle of them all. / i walk in and i see you, but you don’t suddenly become the only person in the room. god no. you become the room. you are the room.”

— Salma Deera, from “the room, the building, etc.,” Letters From Medea

[belovedgamers]

The BEST trope is when a character tells another “let’s run away together, we can leave all of this behind and start a new life somewhere” and gets rejected. And then the rest of the tragedy unfolds

[livinces]

[girlfailure-poetics]

this website is always finding new and exciting ways to prove this image true

[cottaegecore]

when you start reading again and it's like oh. oh . the sun actually does still shine.

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹 [ID: July 6. I said goodbye forever. She didn’t know it, nor would it have mattered to her had she known. END ID]

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟿 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹 [ID: July 6. Too much said. END ID]

[kosmogrl]

[woveninyournerves]

[heartsnmagic]

[minotauri]

my favourite thing about my twenties is how i went from being deeply anxious in most social settings to regularly making strangers laugh with minimal effort. not even in a cocky way like i'm genuinely so happy i forced myself into discomfort and developed confidence and the ability to take rejection and failure. i kinda like who i've turned into!

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[kosmogrl]

[wvterways]

“i used to live there” is such a sad phrase. seeing places u used to live in is an odd thing. It’s like ‘i know where the best hiding place is in there. my bedroom was the one directly to the left as you walk in. i took my first steps on that flooring. i used to play in that yard with my grandma. she died two years ago. that was the only place i ever knew. those walls contain all of my childhood memories. i can no longer go there, but i know every corner like the back of my hand.’

[thefacelessmage]

Remember to leave out milk and cookies for Captain America tonight when he comes to leave presents under your flag.

[thefacelessmage]

Remember to leave out milk and cookies for Captain America tonight when he comes to leave presents under your flag.

[firstfullmoon]

“Always July again / when it happens, month of purple rings around the moon / as we come up with ways to speak of winter, shovel love blues, / wet with wolfsnow.”

— Maya C. Popa, from “We Never Lived Here”, American Faith (via voirlvmer)