let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
noise dept.
$LAYYYTER

Kiana Khansmith

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
will byers stan first human second
i don't do bad sauce passes

PR's Tumblrdome
Keni
Jules of Nature
Misplaced Lens Cap

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Sade Olutola
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
RMH
Three Goblin Art
Show & Tell

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@luvingya
Midsummer Nights Dream, New York City Ballet Production
annalaura_art
I'm going to *remembers suicide jokes are detrimental to my mental health* quit my job and start making shoes for American Girl Dolls
She's just waiting for that one person to sit her down, look her in the eyes and say, "I'm not giving up on you, you're worth it. I'm going to learn how to love you right, and I'm not going anywhere" and actually mean it for once.
"Not every emotion needs expression. Some feelings are better kept as private art."
Somedays I want to pull my heart out of my chest just so I can stop feeling this way.
Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017
My biggest red flag?
I disappear.
Not in the obvious ways, but in the subtle ones, texts left unread, calls ignored like they never rang.
I cancel plans without an excuse, fade into the background of group chats and missed events.
I laugh less, talk even less than that. It's easier to ghost than explain how heavy my chest feels.
I leave messages half-typed, delete them before I hit send, telling myself they don't care anyway.
I let the days blur together, sleep in too late, or not at all, I pretend I'm fine until I believe it.
Until I'm too deep to find my way back.
it’s so important for your health to regularly interact with people at least a decade older than you who aren’t family, especially as a young person.
When my 45 year old teammate gives me advice on mental health and I know she understands because she’s had a tough adult life.
When my 32 year old friend tells me his life started improving for the first time the year she turned 30.
When the 60 year old man at the soup kitchen gives me permission to grieve by telling me I’m ‘just a baby’ with only gentleness in his voice.
It’s so much easier to abandon and break out from the cultural idealisation of youth when you surround yourself with wonderful people in all stages of their lives.