And the hardest part
Is that we both know
What happened to you
Why you're out on your own
Merry Christmas, please dont call
Noah Kahan
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Love Begins
Claire Keane
almost home

Kiana Khansmith
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Cosimo Galluzzi

if i look back, i am lost
One Nice Bug Per Day
NASA

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Doug Jones

izzy's playlists!

roma★
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!

gracie abrams
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@mylittlejazzes
And the hardest part
Is that we both know
What happened to you
Why you're out on your own
Merry Christmas, please dont call
“Urie and Ross crack up as they slow-dance together through the heaving dressing room, belting out ‘All These Things That I’ve Done’ by fellow Las Vegas quartet The Killers as they glide through the crowd.”
« another head aches, another heart breaks »
writing a little ryden somethin for the first time in four years <3 gotdam
Spare Yourself the Trouble
Wrote another Ryden fic because i have Ryden brain. It's mush. Much love, hope you feel something.
"Brendon's playing When We Were Young Fest and of course, he hasn't asked Ryan to join him yet. They meet again after all these years, but painful conversation about their past have yet to be had."
my favorite thing about this post is all the people who chose to use the default icon defending themselves in the notes like no stop it just put a picture up
Loving this energy
*wipes tear* they learn tumblr culture so fast . . . the spite . . . the malicious compliance of it all . . . I'm so proud
not now kitten, daddy's about to have a mental breakdown from seeing the prices at the grocery store
this getting 20 notes in under a minute... we need to start killing the government
no words
person: will you be my girlfriend?
me:
This is what you call good game design
2020 has officially been the longest and shortest year I feel like I've dissociated through the entire thing my soul is still in april
tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb
#if you’re wondering if this is for you #it’s probably for you
If I have ever messaged you or messaged me and never heard from me again, I still consider us friends. I just suck
Your mixed feelings about your parents are valid.
Shout out to people like me who have parents who are loving but are black holes of emotional labor… It took me a long time to realize that it’s okay to have mixed feelings about your parents, about your relationship with them.
Sometimes parents can love you but be somewhat toxic to you and your growth, and that’s a very hard realization to come to if you, like me, grew up extremely close to them.
Sometimes parents can love you genuinely but lack emotional maturity, forcing you to perform disproportionate amounts of emotional labor. Some parents manifest symptoms of their mental illness in ways that are toxic to your mental illness.
Some parents, like mine, try so hard to be good parents but fall back on habits of emotional manipulation because they haven’t processed their own traumas and are modeling behavior they grew up with. That doesn’t make their behavior acceptable, and it’s okay to feel exhausted and hurt when they betray you. You don’t have to forgive every mistake.
I want you to know that it’s okay to protect yourself, to need some space apart from them. The love you have for your parents is still valid, and you are making the right decision.
Placing a safe emotional distance between myself and my parents has been one of the most difficult, heartbreaking processes I’ve ever gone through… it hurts to try to curb the strength of your own natural empathy around people you love. It feels disingenuous to your heart’s natural state.
But I promise you, you are not hard-hearted or ungrateful, and you are not abandoning them. You are making a decision about your own emotional, mental, and spiritual health.
I know what it’s like in that confusing grey area of love mixed with guilt and anxiety, of exhaustion and quasi-manipulation and unreciprocated emotional labor, and I promise you, you are not alone.
Your mixed feelings about your parents are valid.
physically im here but mentally im dancing with a vampire in a ballroom while tchaikovsky plays in the background