Birdie

[vexheart]

the rain knows all my secrets

[probuccalfat]

a lot of ADHD behaviours and barriers feel like sims logic playing out in real time like i did my laundry but i had to pee and sleep so i stopped and i haven’t folded it yet except i can’t fold it yet because i need to eat but i can’t eat because the laundry basket is in front of the fridge. someone keeps queuing actions but they’re getting cancelled

[fairycosmos]

often the choice comes down to eat a meal and shower or kill yourself

[konoko]

[queenoftacoland]

Dear heartbreak girl,

Sometimes people don’t show love because they don’t love you.

Not because they are scared or broken.

Sometimes.

They just don’t fucking love you. And sometimes you are the reason everything went to shit. God damn it.

I’m exhausted by the blame game. Sometimes you need to sit with your fucking self and realize that you are the fucking problem. You are the common denominator.

[queenoftacoland]

The vines growing up my thighs represent womanhood, femininity, life, love.

My hips continue to widen as I age, the wolves foam at the mouth to get a bite. The trends say clean girl, gym girl, healing era, girl boss, my productive morning routine, day in my life, Pilates changed my life. And ever since I can remember, with the ebs and flows of the trends, I have always looked at my tiger stripes with disgust, anger, hatred. I’ve need breeding self hate since before I could do long division.

The trends say affirmations, meditation, healthy eating, drink your water, but I’m lucky if I can make it to guzzle half a gallon.

I am made of coffee, redbull, and not eating til 3. I am pharmaceuticals on an empty stomach. I am unwashed hair and telling myself it’s healthier. I am melatonin to sleep and nightmares to wake. I am god damn nicotine. I am 21 and I feel like I’m slowly killing myself. Like I’m made to want to suffer.

Why is all of that so easy but health is so hard. And when did I get like this? Does it end like this?

There are vibes up my thighs, my hips, my butt, my boobs. My body is womanhood, femininity.

And I fear I am too much woman to take care of myself before everyone else.

Does it end like this?

Constantly at war with myself but with a smile on my face. When will putting myself first stop coming second?

Is it just me?

Emotional, hormonal, moody, bipolar, what the fuck is the answer?

For generations men have created answers for us but what if we were raised wrong?

Raised for the men to indulge. For the men to eat.

Does it end like this?

There are vibes in my thighs.

Womanhood.

Femininity.

[seaphine]

if someone seriously wants to be a part of your life they will seriously make an effort to be in it. no reasons no excuses.

[gaysie]

does anyone know if it’s okay to want things or let yourself have them

[fronesis]

I love tumblr bc it feels like im talking to a wall and sometimes the wall responds

[konoko]

[konoko]

every year i lose trust in people. i also understand their actions and emotions less and less. i feel alone. i want to feel safe and believe that they are not lying to me or going to cheat me. but i don't think i'll ever have that

[konoko]

Me on january 1: “2026 is my year"

Me on january 18th, 2026:

[perrfectly]

Before Sunrise (1995)

[danger]

[bhloomest]

[m-zdnmh-deactivated20260327]

Met a lot of people, but nobody feels like you

[petaltexturedskies]

Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart