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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Origami Around
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Today's Document
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Fonte: @157-de-piroca
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“The worst part about having a mental illness is people expect you to behave as if you don’t.” Joker (2019)
Sailor moon 😍 my favorite little anime.
What's your favorite little anime? 🌸🦄🦊
“Survivor means ‘I am in a process.’ I am in a process of healing myself. I am in a process of surviving my past in my every day. I am in a process of finding my purpose in life so I can experience that amazing thing called ‘fulfillment.’ I am in a process of developing my strengths as I forgive myself by accepting my weaknesses. I am in a process of learning that my faults, my failures, and my mistakes do not define who I am but rather refine who I am as I discover better ways to achieve personal success. I am in a process of growing hope, kindness and strength to prove that recovery is truly possible for me.”
— Juansen Dizon, I am in a process
cute date idea: we sit out by the lake with our feet dangling over the water, watching the fireflies and listening to the owls as they wake. it reminds us of summers when we were younger, and though we didn’t know each other then, there’s no one i’d rather reminisce with
Why is everything so exhausting? I’m tired. I’m numb. I’m sick of this.
I’m sad as fuck again and these tears just won’t come out. So there’s this huge void inside of me.
C H O K E M E
I wanna be dommed so bad. I’m sick of all these fake ass doms that think anal is kinky. Where are the niggas that will slap me in my face and call me naughty names then cuddle me and call me princess after????
I’m fucking T I R E D T. This bratty sub is T I R E D T.
Ah hate niggas.
10 Steps to Self Care
1. If it feels wrong, don’t do it.
2. Say “exactly” what you mean.
3. Don’t be a people pleaser.
4. Trust your instincts.
5. Never speak badly about yourself.
6. Never give up on your dreams.
7. Don’t be afraid to say “no”.
8. Don’t be afraid to say “yes”.
9. Resist the need to always have control.
10. Stay away from drama and negativity – as much as possible.
Source: Lessons Learned in Life
sure sex is great but have you ever spilled your heart out to a friend about something really personal and have them comfort you and then not view you any differently afterwards??
Insomnia
I toss and turn but my anxieties just can’t be lulled to sleep
It comes to something when I’d rather be unconscious with my nightmares than be awake
This world is too loud for me but my mind can’t seem to switch off from it
There’s so many distractions but none of them are enough
Pull-to-refresh is a dark lullaby
I’ve lost my sense of rationality, there are nights I feel like I’m drowning
In memories and likes and comments and coursework
It’s a vicious cycle of self-depreciation
I wish I could stop thinking…
I used to be scared of the monster under my bed. Now it seems the monster lives inside my head
Esoterethism
Glass caged, isolated, I press my finger to the cold translucent, stained by hot breath – as if pushing a pen to paper, trying to write a poem that makes sense; that may offer me liberation, but all I end up with is your name written in curly letters, again. . Glass caged, isolated, quarantined I am; struck by a fever, though the palm feels a cool forehead; famished I am, ravaged; empty with a full stomach, suffocating, though sighs reveal that I breathe; I am diseased by this obsession with shape shifting curly letters. . Glass caged, isolated, deranged; I, rearranger of curly letters, for I know better than to give in to my heart’s wishes – . your name might as well spell danger instead.
— 29-11-2018, “Symptoms”, prompted by @fifty-shades-of-apathy.
I just want to be the first person your mind wonders to when a love song comes on
B.L letters I never sent
sometimes i catch the smell of you in random places and i can’t tell if it makes me sick or i’m glad for it. i hate that i still look around to see if you’re somehow back with me. you’re supposed to mean nothing to me. the thing is that there’s no way to do that. i had to carve myself empty. you have to take out everything.