A Bit Of Hope

I am what I am. And I am what I am. What am I? This is what I am. 22 y.o.

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12 Days of Medieval Illuminations. Today, 11 medieval suns. (Getty Museum)

[problemnyatic]

"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

[idiopathicsmile]

having a genuinely garbage memory might not be the worst part of living with ADHD, but it may be the most embarrassing

[idiopathicsmile]

"look, i'm genuinely sorry that i've apparently had this exact same emotional breakthrough with you two times, but also: i am having it again right now"

[coughloop]

*so quiet you can barely hear me*

Do you sell wet cookies....

[i-dont-know-i-just-like-dragons]

I just woke up.

Why is this on my dashboard.

[coughloop]

[mikheevanora-deactivated2025062]

whenever you feel like the ugliest girl on earth just wash your hair

[alivehouse]

i love flash drives theyre like small animals to me. like minnows

[alivehouse]

the same creature

[chips1977]

a mouse fell on me while I was sleepung and broke all my ribs

[happyheidi]

Starry starry night 💫

[moveslikekeithrichards]

when i say “that reminds me” & theres zero connection you just have to take my word for it theres no time to explain

[closet-keys]

not to be a misogynist doctor from the 1800s but i’m pretty sure my uterus is moving around my body, biting my other organs, and also is possessed by the devil

[sweatermuppet]

dreamy sigh followed by agonized sobbing

[fairycosmos]

the internet is an inherently haunted place if you think about it like. it's so weird to see long abandoned discussion boards stuck in a snapshot of the past, old conversations between kids from over a decade ago who have now grown into their own lives, obituaries taking the form of half finished profiles. and the silence that fills the gaps between. there's a constant ghostly record of each generation's thoughts, fads, their sense of humour. back when the future was at their fingertips. even stranger, people you used to know exist openly in that space, and they watch you watching them. if you want, deceased musicians can play through your headphones. there's always an underlying sense of reminiscing and time escaping our ever shortening attention spans. what a fuckin graveyard

[fairycosmos]

they love to make documentaries about murderers. what about old ladies who grow vegetables gardens. what are their secrets. how do their minds tick

[spiral-suggestions]

"I wouldn't want to bother anyone," I say as the thing inside of me eats me alive.

[hobo-shades-blog]

[huariqueje]

Window  at Evening  -  Antonio López Garcia , 1971-80

Spanish,b.1936-

Oil on canvas

Bilbao Fine Arts Museum, Spain

[bushpoppy]

Gripping my bathroom sink repeating I am not afraid to keep on living I am not afraid to walk this world alone