bitchin' shit

Tatyana, 28 nsfw queue is on 🔒

[halondrus]

[zenaida-auriculata]

My tumblr notes when mutuales clock in to like my posts

[trevorhenderson]

warm up

[pmamtraveller]

"Labyrinth" by artist Vanesa R. Del Rey.

[etherqueen-deactivated20160417]

when your mental illness starts acting up again

[rrrick]

[skipsandwiches]

[moribijou]

[pmamtraveller]

The Swan, 1915, by Hilma Af Klint

[fagcrisis]

i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic

[maryoliveoil]

rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich

[i2-xmf]

“The desk at my old studio” (2006)

[pmamtraveller]

The Red Tapestry by Jaime Corum

[ducissatenebrarum]

[alisonzai]

[alisonzai]

[lifeandjournal]

[loveridden1999]

the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad

[flowerbleedme]

My incredibly bleak philosophy of compassion is that we should all pity each other horribly and practice an according amount of kindness.

[flowerbleedme]

I asked for a pastry at the coffee shop. When I raised my card up to pay, he simply said "you're good." and waved it away. I wondered why. I wondered what made him think I deserved to have my order be free. Sparing me those two dollars.

Sitting down at the table, I remembered the scars on my arm. The universal signifier of "This Kid Needs Help." Maybe his kindness was only out of pity. He saw those and assumed there was some great misery and wanted to offer me some relief. It's generally good to be kind to people who are hurting. But I wasn't hurting that bad.

The thing is, there is some great misery. People generally aren't doing that great. There is a great misery within me and within him and within everyone, and some people notice the pain, some people express it, others don't. But we all suffer from something.

It doesn't matter if someone seems to deserve some relief. Everyone needs it. Everyone is suffering constantly. Some more than others, but still. This Kid Needs Help applies to everyone.

Thirty minutes later, I went to get a second pastry, intending to pay and leave a tip this time. It was the same cashier. As he reached to grab it for me, I saw scars on his arm.

But it doesn't really matter. He'd deserve a tip anyway. Because it's never just us hurting.