#things keep going wrong

[poppydoppy925]

This was supposed to be a happy post about the new stuff I got today,

But I'm fucking exhausted, things at home have been going very wrong, my cat puked on my goddamn bedsheets, and I'm basically in tears cause I'm at my breaking point rn.....

[tattoos-and-ballgowns]

I’m gonna set this dress on fire

[redlexx]

>:(

[solaraesthetic]

Local Orange Cat Apologises for the Delay, Arcana Book XXI review should be up by eventually

[elitheforestguy]

I have had the worst fucking night so nice anons or anything to help me take my mind off would be great

[redhoneysugarorange]

I have the scraps and pieces of everyone I have ever known, and everyone I've ever loved, scattered around my home and in my head.

It happens more often than not when cleaning or organizing. I'll stumble across a cheesy valentine's day card given to me in third grade from a classmate, and I remember her vaguely from her voice and the trouble I went to pick out her card as well. I'll find the crumpled drawings of friends I don't know anymore from middle school. I have the toy a stranger gave to me when I was younger, one of the few things left over from the decluttering of toys and items I stopped playing with long ago.

My father tells me I should get rid of some of the cards that I've been given over the years, lying in a shoebox rarely pulled out. I cannot get myself to do so. There are quite a few from people I do not remember, yet I can't quite get myself to part with the bit of themselves they gave to me.

I look at screenshots from memes and text posts I found in middle school that still live in my google drive. I still remember giggling and sharing them with my friends, getting made fun of for forgetting to crop the pictures. I see the old references for drawings I wanted to make once upon a time and pictures of people I now consider strangers grinning with me ear to ear.

There are books on my shelf from someone I hate, right next to books I was given by relatives over the years. They all are about my interests, and I can't help but feel they have a little bit of love or thought in them despite the bitterness I associate with their covers.

In my head it's no different. There are good memories that I share with someone I cannot stand, and there are deep regrets for how I've treated the people I love, and there are whole worlds I've written with someone whose name I cannot remember.

I feel as though sometimes I miss knowing these people and living in these moments. I know I should not, I should focus on who I am not and what the future holds. It is just hard sometimes. But I think those little scraps held me go forward. I hope to gain many more over my lifetime.

[embroidered-inkwells]

they took scooby doo off Netflix WHAT am I supposed to do now

[nemuus]

bithc try cathin up on my suicidna l shit