BE GOOD OR BE GOOD AT IT

The littlest sinner I left my heart in the desert and now it’s full of cacti

[pullohunajaa]

I became a vampire for two reasons; to suck blood and fuck forever.

[anthonypresley]

Alley 2026 Edit Tokyo Japan. Website Behance Instagram Online Store

[nathanheadphotography]

Tides of Fortune

[muses-of-the-memory]

Happy 18th Anniversary, Wii Fit!

Tagged by: @the-world-hopper

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Caught some big ones today ☁️

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To all my green eyed girls

you too should be perpetually crying

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🫧

[pullohunajaa]

I can’t sleep.

I can’t eat.

All I do is think. Worry. Ruminate. Get stuck in eternal thought loops.

I know where I really belong. But I also want to try something entirely different.

I can’t do it. I could totally do it.

I have no idea what I want to sign up for. I’d be good at it.

People pity me. I pity myself.

I don’t give myself enough credit. I think too highly of myself.

On and on and on it goes. And it all ends up with me being so overwhelmed I finally tire myself out and won’t get anything done anyways. Because I can’t do it.

And I realise it’s five in the morning (again), I’m still awake and a loser (again, still.)

I wish I could put even a fraction of these nightly ruminations to paper. But they’re stuck inside me, and I can’t sleep.

[pullohunajaa]

Just a girl and her many hobbies. I tried to take a shortcut, but ended up having to unpick meters of stiches instead. Learning as I go, trying to remember what I was taught back in school. My seams are nicer. But I keep getting distracted.

[pullohunajaa]

Literally don’t even know what I look like anymore, I hate mirrors, I can’t stand to see myself.

[pullohunajaa]

Sometimes I judge myself for the silliest of things.

Today, I felt inadequate because of my hobbies. I’d just finished sewing a dress, and I’d had a lovely time making it, finally feeling like I’m not just rotting away on my phone.

And then it hit me out of nowhere. I’m such a bore, so lame for staying inside with my crafts and books and cooking. How unfeminist of me with hobbies like this. No wonder I’m so stuck all the time.

Jesus christ. Like who in their right mind even thinks like that? Me, apparently. I made a nice thing and it made me happy, then I ruin it immediately because I have an absurd need to make myself feel like shit.

I’m so tired of being like this. What do I even expect from myself at this point? I’m never good enough. Either I’m lazy and a piece of shit for not doing any of the creative things, or I’m stupid and a different type of shit for finally doing something.

Just make it stop.

[pullohunajaa]

Lost in the fog.

[pullohunajaa]

It’s that time of the year again. Freezing my ass off 90% of the time but the other 10% feel like being hugged by a weighted blanket.

My dear sestra gave me this Morgenshtern T-shirt and it’s my favorite. I sleep in it, I pogo in it, I’m anxious when it’s in the wash. It collects cat hair like nothing else and I still love it so.

I’ve listened to CORPSE on repeat for 10 hours and the battery on my speaker is running out. I don’t know where the charger is.

I miss my Tumblr best friend/crush/eternal wanderer/flimflam man. It’s still so eerie that we even met in person, it feels like a dream.

I also miss my friend who went to South Africa to visit family. I miss MY family. I haven’t heard back from her in a while.

I feel like I’m living inside a snow globe, and it’s not even snowing.

[pullohunajaa]

Not kind, not soft.

Just a soggy piece toilet paper.

[pullohunajaa]

I saw the sunrise and heard the seagulls

[kilsie]

So it turns out I actually have to build the life I want to live

[raeiyyn]

and I do not have to be good or walk on my knees for a hundred miles to feel like i deserve it

[noah-wyles]

hang these in the louvre