[ribbnxs]

[5hyuks]

[faeberrywine]

[kunosoura]

This “hanging out” you mentioned is intriguing. Have my people call your people

[sweatermuppet]

yeah sorry they gave me an open wound instead of a heart that's why im like this

[oakay-deactivated20241117]

2023 recap!!!

jan: forgot

feb: forgot

march: forgot

april: forgot

may: forgot

june: forgot

july: forgot

aug: forgot

sep: forgot

oct: forgot

nov: forgot

dec: forgot

[z-coil]

I need to be alone & outside & bundled up & laying in snow & looking up at the evening sky & it is silent except for the hum of the wind & the streetlights reflect an orange tint & I take a nap

[neckkiss]

“Without music, life would be a mistake.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

[bug-mp3]

they should make it easier

[mommy-mortis]

what?

[bug-mp3]

Everything. All of it

[dicaeopolis]

Human beings b like. *sits and stares peacefully at a fire* *sits and stares peacefully at the ocean* *sits and stares peacefully at a sleeping animal*

[dicaeopolis]

a small rhythmic motion: is happening

us for 6 million years and counting: talented brilliant showstopping incredible

[geeses]

follow for some more sick text posts that I reblogged from someone else

[puru2-deactivated20250326]

Me on the phone with my dad: yeah I already know what my top choice law school is and I have a few backups so really I just have to start prepping for the lsat now

Me in the living room with my friends: I probably won't drop out of college but idk

Me on Tumblr dot com: I would do meth if someone offered it to me

[lactating]

ill figure it out <- common utterance of a girl who is completely fucked

[catboy-joyfriend]

i need infinite money forever so i can get everyone so so so many little gifts

[acrypticmuse-deactivated2023111]

Professionalism sucks I wanna put "😭😭" in my emails.

[mymotherlaughs]

“I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via freelance-philosopher)

[julykings]

soft grasses