Dear Diary,
Sometimes music on max volume isn’t loud enough.
The Bowery Presents
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Discoholic 🪩
occasionally subtle
taylor price
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gracie abrams
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trying on a metaphor

roma★
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Xuebing Du
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Origami Around
Jules of Nature
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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@screaming--agony
Dear Diary,
Sometimes music on max volume isn’t loud enough.
الذكاء العاطفي هو معرفة متى تصمت
حتى لو كنت محقاً
The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart / like twigs.
— richard siken, visible world
I wrote a novel and I’m posting a chapters weekly on WattPad. “Infinite Rogue” writtenbyNicoleWelch
Two social classes. One problem. Over-population. Wolf Creek forces civilians to fight each other in a Gauntlet to reach a Safe Zone. Abby's low income, trying to follow the rules of Wolf Creek, the struggles of financial stability, and navigate her way through what's real in her head and what's going on in reality. Riley's wealthy, popular, and get everything he wants. Except he's haunted by his inner demons that threaten to take control. Thrown into a Gauntlet, they must decide if their vastly different backgrounds can help each other or get lost in the ghosts that haunt them. Can Abby and Riley survive without losing themselves? Can they find what's truly important to them before it's too late?
Read Prologue from the story Infinite Rogue by writtenbyNicoleWelch with 7 reads. friends, thriller, isolated. 2 Years...
“what’s stopping you from-“ listen i am so so sleepy
“Where have you been?” Survival mode. Trying to survive.
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
Everything
I Do Know Some Things Richard Siken
if you lose your train of thought while talking to someone its because they reloaded the quicksave after killing you midsentence
I don't need therapy, I need to blast music in my ears until I can't hear my thoughts anymore
Nemer Saady, translated by Sayed Gouda, from “Old Rain in a Woman’s Winter,”
to be so understanding and never understood is draining.
Reblog to give mutuals a break from whatever they're been going through