Sedate me xx

[freakoutgirl]

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

[freakoutgirl]

and love..........

[introverted-ghost]

“We need more complex female characters!” Y’all can’t even handle marinette dupain-cheng

[neverwonderneverremember]

sleep is stolen time. don't let them take it from you anymore. tonight. we are staying up. til one billion o clock.

[slutdge]

day one of trying not to think about fucking that old man

[slutdge]

relapsed

[slutdge]

relapsed

[slutdge]

relapsed

[slutdge]

relapsed

[sugar-for-ashes]

[gocheerleader]

men cannot see unicorns 🪽

[missworld1234]

Imagine U were being mean to me and then I just kill my self in front of U

[louisegluckpdf]

[freezing-daisy]

the full article

[boyslovevisualnovel]

People fail to understand that this yaoi shit is life or death

[creepyalleyway]

I feel like I could fix my scoliosis y’all doctors are just doing it wrong

[barstoolblues]

everyones like “timothee chalamet learned ping pong for marty supreme” meanwhile michael b jordan literally cloned himself

[bagofbonesmp3]

where's my phone? (2026) / nobody (2018)

[pukicho]

Skydiver: I'm going to kill myself. NOT!!

[sodorart]

[petaltexturedskies]

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf

[dpdl-deactivated20240730]

when margaret atwood said “i'm sorry there is so much pain in this story” and richard siken said “there is no other version of this story” and mary oliver said “you don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway, i don’t want to tell it”

[imnotdoingmuchbetter]

during the late victorian era (was it eighteen hundreds?), freud popularised the idea of the self being made up of id, ego and superego, and the idea of subconscious. that is obviously very impressive as it is, but what's more interesting to me is the aftermath of such a huge discovery: the whole way of understanding human mind changed, and even novels were written awfully different than before. take, for example, virginia woolf and her use of the stream of consciousness. personally i have panic attacks whenever i try to read books written with such narratives, but the idea of such mundane things making up the whole book is impressive as hell. she basically says the human experience, one mundane day is interesting enough to write a book about. she was so fascinated by the human mind and the human experience that she wrote a whole book about it. why did she kill herself then. why why why why why. why. was it not worth it after all? did she find it all meaningless? did she hate being human, or did she hate humanity? how did it all come crumbling down