[aliasalias]

when i grow up i wanna be a dandelion

[angelicdewdrop]

how i’ve been feeling as of late

[shaddydraws]

Cat people, Dog people & the concept of personal space

[andwithinme]

New shirt

[im-xzikill]

They are like father and daughter

[snailtongue]

[ID: Photo of a black cat in a fuzzy sheep costume sitting on a floral backdrop. The cat looks somewhat grouchy.]

[scintillatingshortone]

something about sally trying to become gene by using the abusive method he used on her but failing when the acting class called her out

something about barry trying to do what fuches did to him by manipulating hank but failing when hank didn’t fall for it

something about how both of them have been absolutely ravaged by the abusive people in their lives and how neither of them can take responsibility when they start perpetuating these cycles and despite the fact that neither of them are even good at imitating the people that made them who they are, they’re both hurtling at top speed toward becoming “the ugliest versions of themselves”

i wish i had some actual coherent thoughts about this but i all i can do is scream

[holylolitax-blog]

&

[tortagnamgnam]

[takeachillquill]

Ask yourself: what’s good about this moment right now? Is the sun out? Can you hear birds? Are you drinking coffee? Can you smell freshly cut grass? Is your bed soft and warm? These little things are oh so precious and yet seem so arbitrary.

[anxeious]

i hope i’m always remembered for any good i’ve done or any kindness i’ve given out, i hope i’ve left some love in someone’s heart

[kosmogrl]

firm believe that not everything happens for a reason, sometimes things are just cruel. and they shouldn’t have happened and it’s not supposed to be a lesson because we never deserved such thing.

[magnetictapedatastorage]

Subway bench,nyc

[minimiffy]

[driftingintomysolitude]

[wastemaiden]

can’t seem to let you go

[hh0peful]

yeah but what if they were furries. wouldnt that be crazy

[vereddayana]

I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.