Alegría, means happiness in Spanish

[noticethekey]

Wrapping up 2025 🥲 onto the next half of the decade

[iridescencemind-deactivated2026]

“I don’t love you gently; I love you the way fire loves paper—hungry, destructive, inevitable.”

— iridescencemind

[iridescencemind-deactivated2026]

"They call it a blood moon. I call it the shape of my heart—burning red, hidden, and broken by your absence."

— iridescencemind

(hey guys it's a blood moon night here in the Philippines! I'm currently writing some proses while waiting for the eclipse.)

[noticethekey]

Bass Canyon 2025 🥲

[ozth]

what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

[wealdgirl]

let's chew cud with mama

[wildflowers-for-june]

[rhythm-of-lesbianism]

i hate the part of depression that’s like all the things that bring me joy are empty and i can’t do anything. like come on bitch i know you love book can you just be happy about book :/

[noticethekey]

Back like I never left 😎

[theoptia]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

Text ID: I seduce myself with my hope,

[liesandnights]

Isn't it wonderful how you're always finding new songs and new books and new shows and new hobbies and new places and new people to fall in love with? There will always be things to love, as long as you stick around to find them.

[noticethekey]

653 Days

653 days between when our paths first crossed and the last goodbye. Nearly two years. Who would have known that an innocent post asking for help with a ticketing site would lead to all this. Who would have thought it would end this way. From watching tiktoks in bed that lazy Monday and dreading the airport the next day, to watching you walk across that bridge and not even looking back. I’m happy you’re happy. I’m glad you’re not sad. All I wanted was for you to be happy, I just always wished that happiness was by my side. Now I’m right back where I started, but there’s a hole in my heart where you used to be. How do I move on? How do I forget all the late nights, all the laughs, all the inside jokes, all the memes, all the highs and lows that we endured through the pandemic? You told me things would have been different had we been allowed to travel, if the pandemic didn’t make life so difficult for us. I gave you all the love I’m capable of giving, and it still wasn’t enough. I feel like I have no more love to give, I’m so drained. Tired. Was it really just a case of right person but wrong time? My heart still felt so at home by your side. My soul still aches for yours. 

[woodmeat]

dont fall in love wit people like me i will nut on ur stomach n hand u a balled up mcdonalds bag to wipe it off wit

[noticethekey]

For a moment there.. I felt happy. Content. As if nothing else mattered. I need more of that.

[noticethekey]

Don't mind me, jusr having an emotional fucking breakdown in the parking lot lol

[noticethekey]

I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies..

I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit

Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit

And squeeze, until the bed's completely red

I'm glad I'm dead..

I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave

I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me

[noticethekey]

I want to fill up the tank, hit the road, And just cruise..