âNights like this I dream I am lightning, or a cigarette lit too long, my body a lighthouse, beacon made of bone.â
â Katie Vagnino, from âThe Storm,â Words Apart (Issue 4)
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âNights like this I dream I am lightning, or a cigarette lit too long, my body a lighthouse, beacon made of bone.â
â Katie Vagnino, from âThe Storm,â Words Apart (Issue 4)
THESE GLASSES HAVE SPECIAL LENSES WHICH TURN LIGHTS INTO HEARTS
edit: for everyone asking theyâre called love lenses & they were $20 on lovelenses.com
Bitches really paying $20 for an astigmatism⊠its me, im bitches
Good news! Theyâre only $9 at the moment
THEY ACTUALLT WORK this changes everything
THESE MAKE LATE NIGHT WALKS AMAZING
The hearts are way clearer than youâd expect and they donât mess with your vision too much to walk in them
this is how harry styles sees the world
these seem like a truly necessary purchase
question, how do i wear these if i have glasses�
Theyâre pretty big so you can probably fit them over your glasses and they also work as a sick ass filter over your camera lens!
Making fun of your internet friends like
why test on animals when there are prisons full of rapists
bold of you to assume rapists actually go to prison
small child: [absolutely incomprehensible gibberish]
me:
You'll never be bioluminescent
Okay this one hurt.
separatism is so unrealistic unlike getting men to be nicer which is a very promising and no doubt fruitful project
âfemale-only societies are a pipe dream!â really because thereâs many examples of successful female-only communities and not a single example of a community where men have learned to respect women
This falcon using wind and thermals to stationary hover while barely using it's wings | Source
#lovely
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997-2003)
and you know whatâŠI was having to endure another texas abortion org using âfolksâ over and over again when talking about abortion and I have seen exactly NO ONE point out the link between abortion bans and the proliferation of handguns specifically. thats a deadly combination. women are being forced to stay pregnant at the same time that domestic homicides are rising higher and higher and the texas GOP wants to make it easier to get a gun and harder to women to control our own bodies. which in turn makes it easier for men to harm and control us, and to kill us.Â
The leading cause of death for pregnant women is homicide and gunshot wounds are the leading cause of death in those homicides
I am so exhausted and I just want to feel validated.
Everything I say is wrong, I remember wrong, I know wrong, I believe wrong.
Doubt in everyone's tone, or eyes; denial about everything I do or say.
I speak up, and I'm aggressive or copping an attitude.
I hold my tongue, and I'm pouty or just assume I'm angry.
Sad thing is underneath it all im always angry, or sad, or both.
I feel like I'm behind 6 inches of plexiglass; I'm screaming and no one hears a damn thing, not a whisper.
I'm not suicidal; I dont want to die.
I just don't want to live like this anymore.
Change
i have no idea how many of my âfollowersâ are still present after...... 8(?) yearssss but i am scrolling to the beginning of my posts and saving stuff i want to keep and then deleting a tooonnn.Â
listen i get it, this is the internet, these things are likely somewhere stuffed, forever, and theres nothing i can do about it, and this is what happens with you leave children alone with technology for extended periods of time unsupervised. (when i say extended i really mean 12+ hours at a time if not more *insert upside down smiley*)Â
so i think its time i suck it up and scroll through 22,000+ posts and screenshotting, cropping, saving, and then deleting, i think i was 13 when i made this account. i posted things i shouldnt have, some im glad i have, stuff that i can reflect on to help remember the things i dont.Â
but im 21 now and id like to maintain a presence on here, i really appreciate logging in and pouring my heart out to this little world ive made for myself, and i will continue to do so.
 but i need a fresh start and every time i log in i am reminded that this isnt my account anymore, it belongs to the teenage version of myself, i need to take it back for myself.Â
i have no idea how to be myself- or who that person even is, anymore.Â
i feel so lost in this illness, in this life.
i remember pieces of what was, but none of them fit where they used to,
if only i could start over,
have a fresh start.
am i pretending?Â
is this all a lie, something i fabricated to excuse every thing i chose not to do
or accomplish ever?
when did it become so hard to describe how i feel without
over detailing the explanation to the pointÂ
im not even sure what i meant to say anymore
where is the line between logically understanding
and reasonably,
are they the same?Â
why is tumbr the only place i have ever felt truly safeÂ
expressing how i feel
not worrying whether someone would understand
me