the 12th house

the wheel spins

[solderthevoid]

I thought I could be defined by people who loved me. it was a wonderful summer in the sun. now they are gone and I realize. I have been moving, yes. but like the moon, orbiting still, the same griefs.

[lelif]

on nostalgia

the handmaids tale, margaret atwood// @firstfullmoon // @stigmatawife // @jb-blunk // forever winter, taylor swift// @an-attempt-at-living // the memory of a memory, katie maria // erica jong // secrets from a girl whos seen it all, lorde; poster by mlgrsdesign// ? // @n1ntendos // @fairycosmos // @inanotherunivrse //@robertszombie // @notbigthief

[papayajuan2019]

when i grow up i want to be myself

[skluug]

I used to have more 22 year old type problems, but now I have more 26 year old type problems. I’m working on a quantitative model that explains this

[jurisffiction]

how do you people even find some of these posts

[petaltexturedskies]

Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry dated 25 June 1907, from Journals of K.M.

[json-derulo]

"you were always such a good kid! we never had to worry about you :)" thanks! you actually should've, though. like about this specifically

[fairycosmos]

hey idk how to articulate this part of being mentally ill but basically i feel like my life has been stolen from me in the most literal way and i can’t explain it without sounding like im making a million pathetic excuses

[clown-guitar]

[no beers in] do you think im ever going to belong somewhere

[yellow-cat]

some days are really hard and it can be difficult to understand why. but usually its probably because my blood is haunted

[loveridden1999]

my two mood these days

[solderthevoid]

you would think that by now the grief would have changed shape

[saltair-and-webweaves]

I wonder if you wish for a different daughter instead of me. - user jay says on medium/twenty - silas melvin/@/eternaldroplets on twitter/if my body could speak - blythe baird/mother - maia baia/home is not a country; "mama" - safia elhillo/acts of desperation - megan nolan

[solderthevoid]

I really don’t want the rest of my life to be defined by all this grief. I don’t want to snap and growl. I’m ready to grow into something softer. But I think I’m poison. (not always, but fed enough until I became a weapon)

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.

[fandom-trash-goblin]

you live in a house of god; praying on your knees; and wonder why he never saves you.

on being unloved by god

[howlsnteeth]

24/05/2022