timeless

[miseducatedmelanicmuse]

[inkskinned]

oh i don't know what young adult needs to hear this but you should google what day your 10,000th day will be & set a reminder in your calendar. it happens somewhere in your 27th year. i was really bummed when i googled my own and found out i had missed it by like 2 months.

(if you missed yours too, no worries, we both get another chance to celebrate 15,000 at 41. Unfortunately you will be 54 years old before you are 20,000 days old, at which point we will have overthrown the concept of linear time anyway)

life is very cute, and you have struggled a very long time to be here, and i love you. sometimes i think we need to invent our reasons for celebration. maybe today you are 10,345 days old. or 12,345. or 8,435. maybe u should just celebrate because it is a weekday, and those are hard days. i love u , light a candle and blow it out. i'm proud of you for staying.

[morethanred]

[8-bitfiction]

[777honey]

I LOVE BOUNDARIES AND I LOVE SAYING NO

[dennybitte]

d e l i g h t

by Denny Bitte

[maybeonsaturdays]

prettyyyyyy

[maybeonsaturdays]

all in good time, love. all in good time.

[bakwaaas]

unpopular opinion: mental illness can make people behave in extremely toxic and sometimes even abusive or manipulative ways. relationships and friendships with mentally ill people can be extremely difficult, unpleasant, or even harmful. though this may not be intentional and i have sympathy for those who struggle with this, other people are allowed to remove themselves from your life for their own happiness and sanity. they are not bad people for this. the idea that someone *has* to stay with you while you heal or help fix you is wrong, people are allowed to prioritise themselves. it’s on you to seek therapy and heal. being mentally ill doesn’t give you a pass to behave in toxic ways and hurt others.

[urbannoir]

public transport moodboard

[maybeonsaturdays]

i’m so sad i’m also so mad

[maybeonsaturdays]

i hate to admit that i haven’t had cold nights since you came, you kept the light in my candle warm and comfortable; loved and untroubled. i was so afraid of the dark that i was grateful that it was your face that i see each time i try and seek the light; nights without you are the hardest. my candles are cold, eventually, my heart. i miss you and i wish you didn’t leave sooner. 

[maybeonsaturdays]

perharps it was the undying pursuit of something else inside of you that i see, that i decided to have a change of heart

we both are confused, dazzled and weary but hey, maybe you can be the blur that keeps me up at night

[maybeonsaturdays]

there is this tiny voice inside my head that keeps on telling me that no matter how i turn it, wrap it around my head, we do not feel right. we will never feel right.

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

love is found in: plush toys on a bed, a warm cup of tea, a peeled clementine, a packed lunchbox, beams of light through forests, books with scribbles in them, books that were tenderly cared for, the street you grew up in, long text messages, sunsets you’ll always remember, a shared piece of chocolate, a glass of water on your bedside table, a drawing that took five hours, flowers and fruit trees blooming in a garden, poetry and old diary entries, book excerpts you kept, the local library, the sun’s warmth, braided hair in the morning, hour-long phone conversations, recording random moments, a full picnic basket, pressed flowers, waiting at the same place every time for someone, a shared umbrella, goodnights and long goodbyes, remembering fondly, happy meals, a light breeze on a summer day, a bowl of heartwarming soup, studio ghibli movies, places you know you’ll never go to again, albums you loved when you were 13, birthday cards, singing songs together, origami puffy stars, a hand-knitted scarf, dappled shade under trees, genuine smiles, watching the clouds, a bowl of rice, decade-old photo albums, ripples of moon’s glow on the ocean, a cat sleeping in a warm patch of grass

[maybeonsaturdays]

we didn’t want any more bullshit so we resorted to being just right here. nowhere to go, no one to call to. but later on, we’ll realize, it wasn’t the bullshit we didn’t want, it’s the feeling of being confide in someone else’s expectations. it’s about being questioned over and over again-- it felt tiring. so, here, we settled. we decided that maybe, love isn’t for us.

[bobbycaputo]

Juan Manuel Casir | Impasse

[maybeonsaturdays]

i’m not fine, if you might ask. but no one really asks me that. maybe they’ll ask me when i can’t answer them anymore.