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Vic

[seabeck]

Mountain view

[vangoghcore]

by amateurinthecity

[jessvybez]

Today I feel like closing my eyes for good. I stopped smoking weed and people see me do it so easily, but it’s been the hardest thing to do. I get panic attacks and my anxiety is up the roof. Weed prevented that so sorry that I’m fucking angry and crying all the time. People around me don’t make it easy, they continue to smoke and sure they’re not entitled to stop…. But it does something to me because I’m doing so unwell with it. I literally feel like dying everyday and I just want to relax but I can’t. Everyone is so mean so I mirror their energy back at them but I’m the annoying and bitchy one. I’m so over my existence and I just wish I could get hit by a car or fall off a bridge.

[thechaos217]

[jessvybez]

I just feel like hanging out and crying. Letting every emotion that’s drowning me out. I’m so tired of feeling what I’m feeling and it’s suffocating me so might as well drown in my tears.

[jessvybez]

[jessvybez]

“1998 baby”

we grew up on dial-up and disappointment.

sugar in our cereal,

static in our souls.

raised on love songs and

parents who never said sorry.

we learned to romanticize the wreckage—

lip gloss on the bruises,

camera phone confessions,

smiles sharp enough to cut silence.

life never came easy,

but damn, we made it aesthetic.

[jessvybez]

little red wanderer, speckled and shy,

you carry luck across the sky.

[jessvybez]

Some things don’t fade, they echo.

[jessvybez]

no one is illegal

on stolen land.

we carry ancestors in our breath,

not papers in our hands.

we belong by blood, by survival,

by stories they tried to erase—

and still, we rise.

uninvited? no.

we were always here.

[riverwindphotography]

A Flow of Sunlight

(c) gif by riverwindphotography, July 2025

[rainie-is-seasonchange]

Summer sunlight.

Yamagata, Japan.

[uroko]

新善光寺 // junichiro.takikawa

[jessvybez]

the sun leans low with golden grace,

whispers warmth on every face,

but it’s the trees she loves the most —

their quiet limbs, their rooted ghosts.

she kisses every leaf and limb,

with honeyed light along the brim,

they sway like dancers in a trance,

bathed in a glowing, slow romance.

no words are said, no vows are sworn,

just morning breath on branches worn,

a fleeting touch, then she must flee —

but oh, the sun still loves the tree.

[jessvybez]

[jessvybez]

hug a tree. feel how still the earth is,

how it gives without asking.

you’re allowed to receive just like that.

no chasing. no forcing.

just existing — and being held. 🌳✨

[jessvybez]

888

abundance is flowing to you.

karma is being balanced.

what you gave out is returning—multiplied.

you’re aligned with infinite potential. ♾✨