The Beginning

[weaver-z]

American cookie recipes: Hey it's okay if you want to substitute some of the ingredients!! You can change the texture by using more or less sugar for example :) I'm glad I could share this with you. Sometimes dreams can come true

French pastry recipes: If you mismeasure any of these ingredients by a particle Gaston Lenôtre will come to your house and beat you to death with the cringe fail pathetic flop pastry you just tried to make. FUCK you

[superfluoushumanbeing]

It’s so weird--it’s like you almost didn’t even exist in my life. All the memories hurt too much to look back at, we no longer speak, and all I have is the cute/cheesy business card you gave me when you tried out for a job you were unsure about and our letters and shared shirts. 

Kindred soul. 

Now all i know is distance memories of a ghost in Silverlake.

[stunnna3-deactivated20230622]

“I treat myself like I would my daughter. I brush her hair, wash her laundry, tuck her in goodnight. Most importantly, I feed her. I do not punish her. I do not berate her, leave tears staining her face. I do not leave her alone. I know she deserves more. I know I deserve more.”

— Michelle K., I Know I Deserve More. (via sadlittlewords)

[bpdshan]

exfoliator but for my brain so I can scrub out the trauma

[rererereree-deactivated20241031]

[superfluoushumanbeing]

Let it go

“Let it go” i tell myself. Why feel so deep about something and someone that doesn’t feel enjoyment by my presence in their life?

This is my time to explore myself. My mind, my spirit, my body, my dreams, my fantasies. So i’m going to dream right now. Dream for myself and for the things I never allowed myself to dream about because of a lost childhood. I will manifest my happiness and my self love that i seriously deserve and will feel. 

I’m just going to hold myself tighter than anyone can so I know i’m always safe. I want to feel safe within myself and the space i take up and i will do that.

[traitspourtraits]

[the-final-sentence]

“The key is to keep asking yourself the same question, again and again and again: this is your life - what do you want to pay attention to?”

— Catherine Price, from How to Break Up with Your Phone

[fendi-princess]

[moodsandmatters]

[unreadable]

[superfluoushumanbeing]

Aquí me quedo con heridas bien abiertas

Lagrimas. I always thought it was such a beautiful word in spanish to describe something not so beautiful. It translates to tears in English.  Pero ahor lo unico que se queda son mis lagrimas. Llenas de dolor, confusion, y amor...como puede ser? Lo total de el amor que tenia con tigo ahor ya no es una relidad. Siempre me recuerdo de ti cuando siento y oigo el viento. Por que como el viento, te fuestes y lo unico que podria pasar es sentir te pero no ver te. Y ahor mi relidad es eso. Siempre te siento, pero no to puedo ver. No me quieres ver. Por que? Por miedo que tus promesas falsas se tienen que ser una relidad? Que las palabras que me hablastes no mas eran palabras y no el presente o futuro que querias vivir? Ahor, ahor me quedo con estas heridas bien abiertas. El mundo arriba de mi pecho. Ahor paso dias que se sienten pesados y como apenas puedo respirar. Eso no mas es la anxiedad pero entiendiendo eso y tratando de convensir mi mente de eso son dos cosas muy differentes. La mente es una cos muy bonita pero dolorosa. Te quiero, pero tambien te odio por este dolor tan deficil.

[deviika]

—Lucy Quin

[sunsetquotes]

I missed you in a small way. Tiny enough to fold up and put in my pocket, and carry that loneliness with me everywhere I went. I’d forget all about you, until my hand accidentally brushed against that slip of memory.

Unknown (via sunsetquotes)

[vanish]

[thoughtkick]

If it’s out of your hands, put it out of your mind.

Unknown (via thoughtkick)

[superfluoushumanbeing]

Hello Stranger

We fell in love over the winter. Grew in the spring;even though our branches could have intertwined. I laid my roots in the ground,yet you could not see them and because of that didn’t believe I was grounded in this.

Grounded, nourished, and ready to flourish I was. Plants take time to come into fruition, and you weren’t ready to wait until summers harvest. You picked your fruit when it wasn’t ripe, and was upset when you took a bite. 

Bitter. Sweet. The fruition of our future could end so sweet; and it will. Each of us trees, flourishing and giving life to the fruits of our labor. Take a while to soak in the sun and feel your branches warm with sun, goodness, and grief. They both exist and feel like such a treat. The grief is bitter sweet. Replaying the memories and feeling distant from me. I dream of hikes in Grifffith Park and sweet Treats at HK Mart. But, at the moment, for me, I keep myself in lonely company.

I dream of hearing your laughter and feeling the warmth of it, but now a fear lives in me of that becoming a reality. You no longer are the man of my dreams, because you no longer live in them. You linger in my memories and my daily commute. I turn to the right, I turn to the left, and I always see your Orange Honda element. I peep at the seats and all the distant memories. Feeling your. body on mine. Hands, finger tips, hair, cheeks. I sit here and think of all the mystery. You left me out in the cold and I blamed myself. But yet, I forgot I am part of the same system. I am part of the same hurt. I am part of the same desire to be wanted, seen, heard, appreciated, and loved for the little things I do that go unnoticed by most. But you said good bye and now are but a stranger. So for now, I let you walk in your empty shoes that carry tears and miles of a hollow man. I say Hello to a stranger and to a person I once knew that existed.

You are gone.