one more thing i'm addicted to.

Anger. Sarcasm. Clever. Intelligent. Moody. Superior. Witty. Quaint. I find myself out of my element with words. The things that formulate in my head are far better. You’ll like me, I Promise. http://instagram.com/kathleenxpxd

[danger]

[nicolezaridze]

starting has been very difficult

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[conversationswithstars]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.

Jack Kerouac, from The Dharma Bums (Viking Press, 1958 (via memoryslandscape)

[catasters]

[tvandfilm]

The Holiday (2006), dir. Nancy Meyers

[wrong-inalltherightways]

Me, circa 2020-2021.

[minuty]

[paechly]

[pizzaland-deactivated20120305]

[sansurperdesi]

[shortyloc]

[higashio]

[marauderforears]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

The grief / of what hasn’t yet happened—

Jane Hirshfield, from The Beauty: Poems; “Works and Loves,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[plsingly-deactivated20251210]

[healthacceptance]

My fav lowkey sexist thing that men say is when they ask about my exercise routine and I tell them how I wanna build muscle and get stronger so I can hold myself up better during my yoga practice and they say “but you’re not gonna get too muscular, right?” …….. why? Are you afraid I’m gonna be able to kick your ass or something?

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