[playlistaddict]

[undertheinfluencex1]

I want to rest, but also i want to do stuff, but also i don’t want to do anything

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

a reminder to all writers, you are making a progress even if you only write one sentence a day

[h4nifah]

sorry im not giving into the cutting out sweet treats propaganda. life is hard enough

[luvleymarissa]

16 likes on tiktok is embarrassing but 16 likes on tumblr is like winning a grammy

[the-soft-scholar]

weekly reflection

this week felt like walking through a quiet forest. some days the path was clear, sunlight spilling between the trees, other days the fog settled low, softening edges and hiding familiar markers.

i learned that patience is not passive, that sitting with a thought until it unfolds is sometimes the most courageous act.

i noticed moments of peace— a cup of tea in the morning, the way sunlight hit my desk just right, the hush of evening before the world intrudes.

i am letting go of small anxieties that have no claim on my attention, and of expectations that weigh heavier than comfort. i am learning that peace does not require perfection, only the willingness to return to soft, steady rhythms.

the week ends quietly, like a tide pulling back, leaving space for reflection, for rest, for gentle growth.

[papayajuan2019]

midwife? don't say that. a wife could never be that.

[yellow-cat]

when im 45 years old ill still be here posting like take my hand. lets go into menopause together

[the-soft-scholar]

cozy corners of my room

there is a blanket folded over my chair, soft and worn in the right places, inviting me to linger longer than i intended.

a plush pillow waits on the floor, perfect for curling up with a book or simply resting my thoughts.

candles flicker in corners, their flames small, patient, forgiving, casting shadows that feel like quiet companions.

tea steams gently in a ceramic mug, its warmth spilling into my hands, reminding me that even small rituals matter.

scattered notes, handwritten and unpolished, capture fleeting thoughts, ideas, and dreams— moments i may otherwise forget.

together, these things create a room that exhales. a place to pause. to breathe. to feel gently held by my own care.

[the-soft-scholar]

soft listening playlist: quiet evenings & rainy days

1. clairo — bubble gum i love how delicate her voice floats over light guitar chords. it feels like a secret whispered across a sunlit room.

2. lana del rey — mariners apartment complex her voice is nostalgia wrapped in velvet. perfect for when the rain softens the edges of reality.

3. beabadoobee — coffee this song smells like mornings that linger and afternoons that stretch. gentle, soft, and endlessly comforting.

4. phoebe bridgers — motion sickness there’s a quiet ache in her voice that i carry with me. it’s sorrow that doesn’t bite, only brushes softly against the heart.

5. mazzy star — fade into you timeless and hazy, like light through frosted glass. i listen to this when i want to be suspended between thoughts.

6. laufey — from the start the piano and strings wrap around the lyrics tenderly. perfect for studying or just watching the world outside the window.

7. hozier — like real people do his voice is a slow tide, and i like to get carried along. it reminds me that intimacy can exist quietly in song.

8. julien baker — appointments for reflective evenings when i want to sit with myself. a song that allows sadness to be soft and contemplative.

9. regina spektor — fidelity playful, yet gentle. her voice feels like curling up in a warm corner with a book.

10. faye webster — i know you a slow, lilting melody that tugs at memory. it’s music that feels like a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

each song is a quiet companion for days and nights where speed is unnecessary, where softness is not a luxury but a necessity.

[fairycosmos]

i love reading the text posts on here that are like little windows into everyones lives. someones having coffee. someones waiting for the bus. someones buying their friend a gift. someone's crying, someone's laughing. someones going to bed

[xlcovo]

[crimsolyn]

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

[velvetpetalsinfall]

[shimmeringterroroblivion]

[cutemysteriousgirl12]

[ritualday]

we're getting closer to 2030 and what are we supposed to do then. that's not a number for a year to be