Outside Looking In

Observations on life and other silly little things like that.

[sincerely-rogue]

There are times when I miss you. All of you.

I miss your voices. Your presence. The fact that you cared so much.

But now, I don't think I could ever go back, because of how you all treated me towards the end. I was going through a hellish time in a toxic environment and you all chose to leave me.

You all put the blood of our dead friendships on my hands and expected me to fix it. You said I didn't do enough to even try.

So, no. I wouldn't come back if I was asked to.

I wish things could've been different too. I don't wish ill for any of you, but yes, I am slightly bitter.

I hope you're all happier without me.

I'm moving on.

[amorevolous-lune]

Reblog to hug the person you reblogged this from and tell them that everything's going to be okay

[presentlydean]

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

[constellatedlove]

online friends are just. i miss you like we’ve met before. you know my family inside and out and none of them know you. the ocean is achingly big but you know i’d cross it for you. you text me good morning as i finish dinner. i wish you could come over for dinner. we have a hundred plans of things to do together and they all feel so far away. i love you as if you were here. for now i’ll love you from here.

[vickytokio]

To all my friends from far away

[loveliesttime]

hate that i can't hang out in silence w online friends. sometimes when i'm not replying it's not in a "this conversation is over" way or in a "i'm too busy to reply" way. but in a "on all levels except physical my head is on your lap while we both silently scroll on our phones" way

[prettydumbloverboy]

Actually, people are good by nature and you're a fool if you think otherwise.

[prettydumbloverboy]

When you sneeze in public, strangers will say "bless you", even though they don't know you.

When you ask for directions on the street someone will show you the way, even though they have nothing to gain from it.

People squeeze their legs against the chair so you don't have to hop over them on your way to your seat in the theatre, and make funny faces to make babies laugh, and purposefully step on leaves to hear them scrunch, and hold the door open for someone leaving behind them, and ask what floor you're heading to when you enter the elevator, and send others photos of things that reminded them of them, and recommend each other songs, and ask if anyone else wants a coffee because they're getting one, and make videos teaching how to sew a button, and wish on shooting stars, and share fun facts, and listen to others rant about things they don't even understand, and let you cross the street first, and give a bit of their food to others, and laugh at jokes they don't find funny to make you feel good, and listen to kids talk for hours about nonsense, and let you know your keys fell from your pocket, and they may be strangers, but with every little gesture they're saying "I love you, I love you, I love you".

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

the person reading this is going to survive the rough patch they’re going through

[sincerely-rogue]

There’s an I love you in every act of kindness.

One day at work, I was cashiering for a girl who looked around my age, maybe slightly older. She was getting some things for her college dorm room. When it came time for her to pay, she used some gift cards, and after those were used up, there was $37.99 left to put on her card. However, the card reader wasn’t accepting her payment for whatever reason– maybe something was wrong with her card, we never figured it out. Seeing this, the lady in line behind her came up with her own card and said,

“Here, I’ll take care of it. You just pay it forward whenever you have the chance.”

This left the girl absolutely baffled. After a few moments of making sure she was serious, she apologized and thanked the lady profusely, wishing her a wonderful day and eventually going on her way out the door.

I like to think that this moment left an impact on both of them like it did on me. I truly hope that the girl ended up paying it forward to someone else in her own way, because that’s the kind of humanity we need more of in this world.

That’s the funny thing about love, isn’t it? It truly does go around, and you end up receiving what you give. I say things like “have a nice day”, knowing that the amount of kindness I give to others is what the universe will give me in return, given time.

It’s kindness. It’s love. Kindness is free and love is essential. The world is not a bad place, and life is not a terrible thing. Sure, there may be some people out there who are worse than others, but overall the general consensus of humankind is to be both of those; human and kind. I see it every day, in every I love you I experience.

[linafication]

here’s your reminder to let yourself create. not create ‘well’, just create. draw badly. write shitty poems. sing stupid songs. make whatever you want & have a great time doing it. that’s what creation is for. it’s self expression, not perfection

[mentalhealth]

sending love to anyone with a sore heart today

[sofhtie]

i don’t think I’m ever going to get over this line

[doomhamster]

 #the problem with becoming the kind of hero you needed yourself #is that it can’t change the fact #that nobody came for you                                                    

[roses-raindrops-and-writing-dea]

Holy shit these are two of the most fucking raw things ever....hit home so hard they took my breath away

[screnwriter-old-deactivated2021]

you don’t need to write to be successful, and you don’t need to write for other people. it’s ok to write because you think it’s fun, and to keep your writing to yourself. you don’t need to be good at it, or learn every single rule there is. if it makes you happy, then what’s enough. 

[fluffygif]

Magical rain day

[cadaverkeys]

song: *has a specific intention and meaning and sequence of events completely evident making artistic interpretation pretty meaningless* me who has ocs and is willing to reach:

[mrspider-deactivated20221213]

something sad but also kind of sweet ive noticed about human trait mirroring (i.e. seeing someone regularly preform a physical or verbal action and adapting it as your own) is that even years after a person has stopped being in my life theyve still left pieces of themself within me. i still smile and wave like my childhood best friend did. i still pull my shirts up to cover my face when im embarrassed because my favorite college roommate did that. ive learned how to be a human being through all those around me, and those after me will likely learn the same way too.

[mrspider-deactivated20221213]

[honeytuesday]

there is so much love to be found in the mundane: the clink of mismatched mugs crowding the countertop, buying bruised fruit at the market to make sure everyone finds a home, the gentle rocking of the washing machine syncing up with your heartbeat, rubbing your legs together under fresh blankets like a little cricket, the perfect crunch of an exceptionally crisp chip, jumping straight into a rain puddle and getting a good splash, that first soul-deep stretch after waking up, tucking your face into your favorite sweater and feeling the world slow to a halt, even just for a little bit.

[nikasholistic]

You are a writer. Whether you write every day or not, you are a writer. Whether you write five hundred or five thousand words a day, you are a writer. Whether you’re full of creative ideas or not, you are a writer. Being a writer requires one thing: loving what you do.