🪼
DEAR READER
NASA
Sweet Seals For You, Always
No title available
tannertan36
★
RMH
Kiana Khansmith
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
ojovivo
No title available
dirt enthusiast
h
Peter Solarz
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
titsay
Misplaced Lens Cap
Product Placement
seen from Japan
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Vietnam
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Portugal
seen from Singapore
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
@lxstygcrls
Fremione and Drarry
Hermione: It's cold here
Fred: Here have my sweater
Harry: Hey, i'm cold too
Draco: What? (taking off jacket) I told you to bring more layers but of course you didn't listen and now look, (piling Slytherin scarves on Harry) ive got to make sure that you don't FREEZE to death and (taking Ron's Gryffindor beanie) how long have you been cold you should've said something sooner.
It's going to be okay!
Think some positive thoughts! You deserve some happiness in your day :)
Try looking up positive things or something that you like. Maybe talk to someone that makes you smile.
The world is a brighter place with you in it! Don’t forget that!
Art by traitspourtraits
pic: credit to owner
siguro nga hindi talaga para sa’yo ang mundo pero sasabihin ko ngayon pa lang na hihiramin natin kay bathala ang bawat sandali nang sa ganon makasigurado tayong lilipas ang oras ng tama.
I try to, I fail sometimes but I still try.
I want someone who would find my stories interesting,
someone who would realize that I’m worth it,
someone who would look at me and find me beautiful,
someone who would love me.
I want that someone to be myself.
Why can’t I?
Hindi ko na ramdam ang dating ikaw…
Hindi ko na ramdam ang dating ako. 😶
when your fire starts to fade out, is it because of the rain or is it because you've reached the end? will you decide to light it up once again? if so, how will you keep the fire burning once more? what are you gonna do about it?
How do you fall back in love with life?
clean your room. clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders. clean the dishes. sweep. take out the trash. peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them. take a long shower. scrub behind your knees. brush your teeth. (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can. the end result is worth it.)
pull out your notebook. it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while. fuck moleskins. the yellow legal pad will work fine. sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list. count clouds. describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise. sketch the cracks in the walls. note the shape light makes when it enters a space. talk about what the air tastes like, smells like. what sounds are there? even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything. remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail. remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness. your world is fathomless. it has potential.
drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed. it does not need to be fancy. buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions. eat it outside. if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs. take your fucking meds. remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body. your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor. take care of it.
read a novel. underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen. read a novel like it’s poetry. read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious. watch a movie you haven’t seen before. if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one. take your time. let yourself bask. if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.
your chosen family is important. remember, they picked you as much as you picked them. the love has no obligation. it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion. you are not a burden. if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people. when they need you, listen and be gracious. always be gracious. the universe sometimes remembers things like that.
listen to new music. link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that. listen to something that you don’t usually listen to. we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music. we are falling in love again. the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.
allow yourself to indulge in romantics. press flowers in old books. play movies with subtitles and mouth the words. dance in your room. wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public. write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them. write poetry, even awful poetry. revel in its awfulness. eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.
The biggest mistake I made is romanticizing you, romanticizing us.
“Don’t know what it is to get lost in someone and not lose yourself.”
— Porsha Olayiwola, from i shimmer sometimes, too
