JBB: An Artblog!
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Not today Justin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
styofa doing anything
dirt enthusiast
AnasAbdin
shark vs the universe
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Today's Document
noise dept.
cherry valley forever
YOU ARE THE REASON
🪼
Janaina Medeiros
Kaledo Art
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
if i look back, i am lost
seen from Australia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
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seen from Germany
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seen from Vietnam
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@thepiperwillleadustoreason
I’m alive
So funny thing, I got back into tumblr after being gone hella long. Last time I was on here I was like “hey Imma yeet myself” and man does life get better. I literally lived in a van in the desert, traveled the US, etc. Now i’m in college snuggled up to a hella cute girl who i’ve liked for 2 years. Like damn life is crazy and I’m living it. Yeah I sure to feel like dirt a lot but it’s all been surprising.
Before January ends, I’m going to magically and extremely be blessed by the universe.
not gonna risk scrolling past this
i wanna kiss the lipgloss off of a girl
Tumblr keeps setting of my ptsd from what my ex did to me so I’m out of here
I might die alone and ugly but at least im gonna die
cheating is not “bound to happen” i’ve been alive almost 24 years and not once have i ever thought “hey i wonder what it’d be like to go outside of my relationship and destroy a persons self esteem and ability to trust”
never bitch
cheating is an active choice. its not second nature. and if it is second nature to you, then you need to do some real soul searching and figure out what the fuck went wrong in your life
I feel so attacked right now
good
How I want my bank account to look like by 25.
Claiming it.
Waaaaay up 🙏🏾
11:11am on the receipt.
Reblog for prosperity, and success. May you always have what you need.
That’s what I’m saying
In other words, this is the ATM receipt, reblog and money will come your way.
Doesn’t hurt to try.
my hand slipped
i got the most relatable spam email
I became one of your stories.
T. // six word story #40 (via theoriginalpurpledogpalace)
IM SCREAMING
@happinessanddeath xd
The thing I hate most about depression is that it tricks you into thinking you don’t have depression. It makes you think that nothing is wrong with you, that you just feel this way because you lack value as a person. Whether that’s in your relationships, your academics, or a view of yourself, it makes you think you aren’t good enough for any of that.
“It’s not the illness,” it says, “You feel this way because it’s who you are.”
“Mental illness is like fighting a war where the enemy’s strategy is to convince you that the war isn’t actually happening.”
To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.
Ashe Vernon (via thelovejournals)
I put “no hookups, no communists” in my Tinder profile. I haven’t been getting any matches so there must either be a bunch of sluts around me of a bunch of godless reds.
this is literally the funniest post on here
Me: I’m actually fine for once
Depression:
me everyday:
I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been.
Raymond Carver
