Littleantler

LittleAntler || 21 || He/Him ||  Bro I'm just vibing i don't really reblog shit anymore

[eulesposting]

Sometimes the small pleasures hit different. A clean house, a hot drink, making something from scratch, sitting on the porch with a loved one. Little soul-feeding activities.

[sunsounds]

“[after a half-hearted suicide attempt at age 13] When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

— Mary Karr, from Cherry (via lifeinpoetry)

[monsternobility]

when ur friends show u their ocs

[showcasedisplaysofsanity]

ON PURPOSE, I'M GOING TO LOVE YOU ON PURPOSE

Jenny Slate // Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue // Pleiades, Anne Carson // Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo // @oriley42 and @earth167 (and a half) on Tumblr // Jodi Picoult from The Book Of Two Ways // The Night Vale, Episode 100, The Toast // Adam Melchor, I Choose You // Kierston White, The Chaos of Stars

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

I was talking about being afraid of people leaving me behind because I'm too sick, and my boyfriend just looked at me and said: "It's my choice to be your boyfriend. It's your friends choice to be your friends. You don't have to understand it, but you have to respect our choice. Don't try to make the decision of whether you're worthy of people on their behalf because that's not your decision to make." I think that's an important thing to remember. That whether we're worthy of someone's time and effort is something others can decide for themselves regardless of whether or not we agree with them. There's a lot of peace in realizing that literally all you have to do is accept the love other people choose to throw your way. That you aren't the one who gets to determine that you aren't worthy of their love. That other people can choose to love you regardless of how you feel about yourself - and that you can learn to respect their choice even though you're feeling unworthy.

[obstinaterixatrix]

tweet by @killdads:

One day I said out loud, “when we’re apart I think you must hate me, I picture you seeing my name when I text you and heaving this big sigh because I’m so annoying” and he quietly said “that’s a little mean. I wish you wouldn’t picture me that way” and something clicked

[piscesuggestion]

my love isn’t limited to your good days or your smiling face or your nice smelling hair. let me love you when you’re torn up, when you’re unable to speak or smile, when you need me.

[danstillcreates]

I made a very short ytp sort of thing (I’ve never done that before).

[bunnie-blogging]

I’VE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT, SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG  TOOKMY FUCKING DICK. HE SAID MYDICK WAS HISDICK AND I SAID WO0OW. HERE’S WHAT MY DONG LOOKS LIKE HHH HHH ʰʰʰ ᴡᴀʟɴᴜᴛ AND GUESS WHAT I’M GONNA FUOUF I’M GONNA PIPP I’M GONNA LOOK AT THAT BABY. SHHUHSH. SHSH. SH. sʜ. ᴮᴬᴮʸ. N̴̦͉̔̉͜O̴̙͆̅̽̌Ẉ̸̾́ ̴̲̝̥̀͆G̶̡̛̹̞͗E̷̢̩̰̹̎͌T̴̲̬̆̿̅̚ ̴͓̈́̾͊̏O̵͉͐̚U̷͓͎̿T̸̗̮̪̈́̄̑̽ ̴̜̙̯͕̐̌̒O̵̘̟͋́͜͜F̵̨̃̈́ ̷̯͋̌̍M̷̪̽͒Ÿ̵̯̲̲́̃̏ ̴̧͕̘̞̓F̴̻͗͛͑Ű̷͍̺̥̐Ć̷̢Ķ̸͉̪̭͆̐̆̆I̷̱͇̝͑̈́́ͅN̷̟̅G̷͕͔̗̐ ̵̥̪̗͆S̷̢̼̰̓̍̈́I̴͕̿̑̚G̴̬̳̓͊̊H̸̠̳̬͑T̸̜̜͖̩̔̅͊̔ THAT’S RIGHT THIS IS WHAT YOU GET, MY SOUP. HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT OBAMA, SOUP ON THE MOON!

[paperbloghouse-deactivated20200]

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