This Is Not A Dream

[petalstofish-deactivated2022041]

[crimsontentacles]

May I please add: PLANETARIUMS.

[cmdthenerd]

ART MUSEUMS also

[kosmogrl]

[stuckinapril]

I hate it when people are like “get out of your comfort zone” literally every single thing I do in my life feels like me getting out of my comfort zone

[stuckinapril]

Get up in the morning? Uncomfortable. Go somewhere? Uncomfortable. Get a minuscule task done? Uncomfortable. Do anything but rot in bed? Uncomfortable. I am a girl who was made to be inert and nothing else

[kosmogrl]

I love doing nothing, what I don't love is the inevitable overthinking that comes with doing nothing

[kosmogrl]

[glowcowboy]

i wasn’t supposed to be a person i should be a well-loved mug or a worn paperback book or a favorite hoodie or a keychain plushie or something

[kosmogrl]

[aropride]

every time i have to eat or shower or whatever i get so pissed off. like i just fucking did all this shit yesterday

[kosmogrl]

[maybuds]

the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible

[should-be-sleeping]

I understand old men sitting on porches staring at an empty field more now than ever.

[fairycosmos]

how long do i need to go outside for to fix my mental health. will 5 minutes do it. please say yes

[titsay]

[derangedrhythms]

[…] sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in […]

Jane Austen, from 'Sense and Sensibility'

[pissditching]

"describe your symptoms" brother i have felt like this since i was 12 unrelentingly

[pointnclick]

"No one wants to work anymore." Damn right brother. If I could sit in a beautiful field for 40 hours every week of my singular precious life I would

[drops-of-universe]

I need several hours of Quiet Time each day or i become the worst person alive

[cache-e]

“I worry that my friends will misunderstand my silence as a lack of love, or interest, instead of a tent city built for my own mind.”

Tarfia Faizullah, from "Poem Full of Worry Ending with My Birth," published in Poem-a-Day

[cache-e]

“I worry I can no longer pretend enough to get through another year of pretending”

Tarfia Faizullah, from "Poem Full of Worry Ending with My Birth," published in Poem-a-Day

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart