Your Pain Is Mine Now

27//NC

[euo]

do people miss me I can’t imagine myself as a person others think about

[kisseism]

need my next workout to be 10 sets of me bouncing on it

[freakoutgirl]

the cure to depression is going to the movies by yourself and getting a drink and popcorn

[senatortedcruz]

Listening to songs and thinking about something the songs aren’t about

[oneofwunsworld]

I have the sweetest man 💛

[doglets-deactivated20140515]

we’ll we’ll we’ll if it isn’t autocorrect

[forestgreenivy-deactivated20250]

I think October will fix me.

[nosferatugirlfried]

pre autumnal cool breeze i love you so much i am filled with so much joy

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

not to be dramatic but sometimes i feel like i don't belong anywhere on this earth like maybe all there is for me is perpetual loneliness + constant desire to go back to a place that doesn’t exist anymore

[virtualtoybox]

jesus christ. fine. ill say it. im sleepy. im sleepy, okay? do you know what being sleepy does to a person? to their spirit? i should be pitied.

[fairycosmos]

anyone else afraid worried concerned anxious freaked out etc etc

[locallewds]

[teacupstudies]

listen to me: you DO NOT always need to give it your 100%. you really do not. because let’s be honest, you’re human and you’re simply not always going to be able to. there are days when you can only give it your 80%. or your 50%, or heck, even your 10%. and THAT IS OKAY. only skimming one paragraph, only solving one equation, only memorizing 5 words is better than not doing anything because you have this idea in your head that things are only worth doing when you can give what you consider to be your 100%. 10% is better than 0% and some days that is all you can give. it will still add up, and you will still succeed, i promise.

[paper-wounds]

no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.

— Life of the Party, 'Addendum II to No Baptism' by Olivia Gatwood

[vexheart]

[llovelymoonn]

i want a house with a spare room so my friends and family can stay over. so i can say "oh it's too late to drive home, why don't you stay the night?" i want paintings and photos of the people i love on the wall. i want cats on my bed and on my couch and on my lap. i want my home to be cozy and warm and sunny and full of love. there will be no angry men in my house. i want bright colours and wooden floors and plants in the bathroom. i want to grow my own herbs and have a view of the garden out the kitchen window. i want a fireplace and gauzy curtains. i want mirrors with photos stuck in the edges. i want rooms and rooms of books and shelves of trinkets i've been given or picked up on my travels. i want to hear the birds in the morning and drink coffee on the back deck. i want candles and vintage crockery and lacy tablecloths. i want roses on the windowsill. i want a veranda to host lunches with my neighbours. i want lamps that are different colours and bright carpets and a grand piano. i want a wooden bedframe and the perfect mattress and a quilt i made myself. i want a capsule wardrobe and thrifted shoes by the door. i want a brass knocker in the shape of a sun and a vintage kettle. i want a couch on the porch and wallabies in the backyard. i want a house full of love and warmth and no anger.

[quickf09969-deactivated20251106]

Fuck your girl so hard she forgets her own name, then wrap her up in blankets and feed her soup.