I will be okay...

oozey mess
YOU ARE THE REASON

blake kathryn

tannertan36
we're not kids anymore.

@theartofmadeline
Today's Document
Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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One Nice Bug Per Day

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@sunberi
I will be okay...
don't give up
Necessary!
don’t abandon joy because it is brief. don’t commit to solitude because happiness is fleeting. it’s okay that good things do not last forever. it’s okay to simply enjoy a thing for as long as you have it.
michelle.cpy
love really just is my friend sending me a post that reminds them of me, or me sending someone pictures of everybody i see who has the same name as them, it's my mother pretending not to be hungry and giving me more than a third of the scrambled eggs bc she knows i like it, it's me proofreading every email my father sends, it's my relatives meeting every weekend and deciding to videocall us so we're included too, it's my father copying the way i say good morning and racing me in saying it first. love is the way someone says they're going to cover for you in online class while you use the washroom, it's finishing a book and texting your friend about it crying and her agreeing aggressively with everything you say even though she's never read it, it's your friend telling you her favourite character on a tv show died and you comforting her even though you've never watched it. it's everywhere, it's in you helping your friend figure out a tumblr theme, it's in them patiently refreshing their screen to your blog to see every latest edit you've made, it's you and your parents automatically having designated seats on the sofa and automatically curling into each other as the movie starts, it's in your friend patiently explaining the rules of her language as you try to learn it, it's you and your dad having a specific routine to clean the table after every meal, it's your mom kissing your hair every time you try a new hairstyle, it's those old videos of your grandmother pushing you on the swing while you tell her about your breakfast, it's in you waking up early to go with her to the temple, love is really stored everywhere, in the smallest of actions.
exactly @nacho08
propaganda i am not falling for:
always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.
beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines
pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact
beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art
sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity
treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins
what if it all works out. HOW ABOUT THAT HUH
you don’t need to wait for “perfect conditions” to start really living your life
Laura
my recent art ^^
just in case no one told you, you did well this year. you don’t even realize it :( I’m proud of you, you should be proud of yourself too
i love that the phrase is “in love” like love is a place. like somewhere you could live.
It's like idk man, I still wash my paint brushes the way my art teacher taught me how a decade ago. I eat tortillas the same way as the ex I haven't seen in years. You can fly to the other side of the world and the shop will play the song your dad played in the car when you were a kid and it still sounds exactly the same. My hair grows funny in one spot because I got a scar on my scalp when I was six.
Sometimes I reach for light switches that aren't there, that have never been there, because I used to live someplace that had a light switch in that spot. And I think maybe life is about repeatedly reaching for light switches that aren't there. In a few years you'll be somewhere else, and you'll reach for the light switches you have now.