whimsicallei

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[whimsicallei]

welcome to my blogg! 🦦🧘🏾‍♀️✌️

i love love LOVE scrolling on tumblr and posting memes, relatable stuff and just reblogging everything in sight

hope that you know that you’re loved and appreciated!!!

dm me if u need someone to talk 🥹

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[whimsicallei]

[simplyxdreaming]

[simplyxdreaming]

sigh

[simplyxdreaming]

[lunarbrushed]

[un1c0rn-g1rl]

how to do a backflip, no falling on my face, no having to put in actual effort

[silkangelkisses]

[girl-rotting-xoxo]

[saudadebunny]

[cherriesofall]

It started with one question and a fruit that was waiting to be peeled. “Would you peel an orange for me?” I would not just peel an orange for someone; I would split down the orange in the middle and pull the flesh apart piece by piece. I’d let the citrus scent linger around me—just to signify pure love. Even if I loathe the way it stains my fingers and the smell of bitterness clings them, I would peel the fruit anyway.

That kind of love is always soft, until it hits me like a brick.

Sometimes, the strongest proof of affection is not how I peel someone’s oranges, but the thought of peeling mine first. This is not about simply peeling a fruit, it’s about growing up—learning that no one will always be by my side to make my life easier. So that’s why I grew into the new version of myself—a version that prioritizes resilience and self-independence. And so, I eventually learned how to dig my thumb into the middle and peel it myself.

To the one who is reading this, you need to understand that it is crucial for you to learn how to peel your own oranges. Before you can love others wholehearted and without hesitation, you must know your own worth and value yourself first. Give yourself the same love you willingly give to others. Learn to show up for yourself, even if no one else does.

No one’s coming to peel your orange forever. Perhaps this is the moment for you to dig in—it’s time to peel back the layers and taste the sweetness of life you’ve always unwrapped and loved. And, that’s the lesson my heart will never forget.

[tzatairovic]

Rue Bennett💔

[robertjw4688]

"Sometimes I am the Problem"

I am furious at the noise

from which I refuse to remove myself

and I am despondent

at the surrealism

of the razors

that I'm too scared to throw away.

Sometimes, I am the problem.

I could conquer every atom

with nothing but a cloud

to my name

but I refuse to learn

how to drift like it can

because the weight

of stasis

seems more like a cold hug

than the abstraction

of healing.

[bandagedthoughtsblog]

[digiitalvault]

why do teen girls "have" to wear makeup, be skinny but also curvy, have no body hair, be kind and polite all the time while teen boys are the ugliest, most rude people on the planet and no one calls them out for it

[clleanlliness]

i read tumblr like the morning paper