to live for the hope of it all @nabirait - Tumblr Blog

lowkey transphobic

internalised misogynistic- called me dramatic and likes few problematic reels- single mom reels- calls me bitch(sybau)

is not innately caring and kind

thinks that a misogynistic script is okay and can bring name

replies late- doesnt communicate properly

is not eager to meet me

isnt thankful

shares all lustful reels- cracking a south indian?

finds unproblematic scenes problematic.

letsbelonelytogetherr

“as the garden grows, so shall the gardener.”

— engraved with the words, a weathered stone half-buried in a garden bed of bark chips and fallen twigs

theotherkingdoms

— Megan Fernandes, “Do You Sell Dignity Here?” from I Do Everything I’m Told

nabirait

the inner child me is nourished because it connects me to the nature. we need children in our life to remind us about life beyond us

primulaceas

John Steinbeck, East of Eden

torenhoog

Laetitia Ky

herwallpapereverie

We Love Independent Music and Twee Pop! (2010)

perriaeyjeve

homelessrichgirl2

As a writer, I’m endlessly fascinated by what makes us who we are.

Loving someone is recognizing the role they play or have played in your life and honoring that presence. Sometimes, love feels like an obligation but it is one you are willing to fulfill. Sometimes it takes hard work but you are willing to put in that work. Love is the constant you hold on to when you don’t particularly like the one you love. Love is recognizing the ways in which, for better and worse, someone has contributed to your life.

Being in love is wild, breathtaking, infuriating. It is butterflies in your stomach when you think about your person, when you see them, when you hold them. It’s the electricity when your skin meets. It’s smiling at your person with wide eyes and an open heart and seeing them smile back at you in the same way. It’s wanting to hold someone’s hand, even when your hand is hot, a little sweaty. It’s lust and the heat of wanting, wanting, wanting. It’s seeing who someone truly is, the best and most terrible parts of them, and choosing not to look away from everything you see, actively embracing everything you see… It’s wanting to be the best version of yourself for your person but also for yourself, especially for yourself… It’s the pride you feel in their accomplishments and being as happy for their successes as you are for your own, if not more. It’s their hurts becoming your hurts… It’s a gut instinct. You just feel it. You know it in your bones. It isn’t perfect, not at all. It doesn’t need to be. It is, simply, what fills you up.