flowers in ur trash

girl whos getting to the light at the end of the tunnel , valerie!

[space-girliee]

“I embraced who I am, and I don’t want to stop.”

Marlene McKinnon as Supergirl aka Kara Zor-El

[moonysreallloverr]

unrequited marylene we still talk about you

[casterintherye]

why must female led superhero movies be exceptional. why can't they just be good. like legit i'm sick of it. supergirl is fun and good i enjoyed it and that's all you fuckers are getting out of me. go see it.

[valoflunar]

'lost boys never grow up, never go home' (phoebe bridgers) and it's the marauders 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[mantimae]

healing your inner child

[kosmogrl]

am I unforgivable or is it just wednesday

[yms1]

do u ever miss your own energy. like damn what happened to me

[ahotknife]

bitch this IS the journal factory

[funkpsyche]

back on my bulshiiiiitttt

[valoflunar]

it's such a strange feeling looking back at this tumblr bcs its just an archive of all the things i was OBSESSED with years ago. all my recent posts (aside from reblogs) r just my old drafts Like. You are me and I am you, but I'm not you anymore, and you haven't been me in a long time? I know you, but only from a dream that seems faraway now. You never thought you could be me, and I berate myself at the thought of you, but we are still a part of one another. anyway those are my musings for this little tumblr

[artie-ology]

the jason todd death vote is so fascinating to me from a societal and political perspective

[strang-est]

absolute stephbin :D!!!

cover ver. + close up below

[enbysiriusblack]

complex mary&lily friendship i love youuuu

[fluorescentbalaclava]

wip

[valoflunar]

when i close my eyes to try to sleep but i can literally see the hyrule warriors (age of calamity!!) battle screen in my mind. im playing as zelda. im fighting a hinox. i can hear the theme music.

[morsmortish]

i’m such a fangirl like i can’t help it it’s who i am if you strip away all my layers of flesh and bone it’s what’s you’d find at my core

[apoemaday]

Jessica gives me a chill pill

by Angie Sijun Lou

I keep waking up in different beds and in this same body. I have to say this right away so you know it didn't start with limbs slackened, hair oily, a cruelty towards the sun. It started in the backseat of Jessica's Pepto-dismal truck. She tied my hair back with rubber bands when the freeway passed clean through us. Jessica says I can feel like a cherry blossom tree wobbling under lightning. Jessica has a forehead scar from the deep end of a pool. I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else. That night we lose the 7/11 lottery but I draw my lucky number, no quarters so we scratch our tickets with fingernails. Jessica says that's the sanctity of ritual — a ceaselessness in how I look at every drop of rain before it touches ground, the way Jessica mouths my name in her sleep eating each syllable like a minor god. I'm coming out as someone who loves things unevenly, my theologies strewn out in the dark, this iPhone an almost oracle. Jessica forces me to watch every sunset even when I am full. She puts her fingers in my mouth and says open your eyes. Open them. You see the small-town girls on big billboards? One day that's us.