refrigerator light

**dancing**

[yourimaginarycabin]

Ottilie started summer camp 3 weeks ago and today is the last day. Yesterday I went to the record shop and vintage clothing shop and today i am wearing my new MILF dress and stopped by my old starbucks and now i'm at the library drinking a dirty chai, reading my trashy romantasy novel and archiving my tumblr. do i really want to get pregnant again? ottilie has been calling me her big sister, "mama"

i don't want to be a big sad old mama again

[yourimaginarycabin]

I am so stupid because I thought somehow having a baby would make me feel closer to my mom but actually I think I am hitting new peaks of grieving her every day. I can’t believe she isn’t here to help me or meet my baby. I can’t tell her anything. I just want her to come sit on my couch. I would be so nice. I want to put my baby in her arms and then go take a nap. I hate the world

[yourimaginarycabin]

I’m still so sad that my sister rejected me when I got pregnant and I’ve been angry with her because she has zero interest in my daughter but I read a self help book that said to give what you want from people so I have been calling to check on her and she just happily tells me about her life and never asks a question about mine. I think maybe the problem is me. I don’t know what I’ve done but I think it’s me. Maybe because I’m a bitch ass hoe and gossip

[yourimaginarycabin]

I went through a box of my moms kitchen stuff that was in my dads basement yesterday and I felt fine, but today I can’t stop crying on the kitchen floor where Ottilie can’t see me cause I miss her so forcefully I can’t catch a breath. My friend just had a baby and her mom stays over every night to help her. I’m so lonely I feel like my desperate lonely momless energy just repels people away from me. I crave the company of women so bad and I can’t get any of them to hang out with me.

[soothifying-sounds-asmr]

One Summer’s Day (Array Mbira) by xuan xuan

[highlandvalley]

[joeylikespizza]

this is the sweetes, purest, most adorable thing i’ve ever seen

[hanschensolo]

I played this while my cats were sitting next to me and they both immediately snuggled in harder and it was so pure

[kafk-a]

lucille clifton

[yourimaginarycabin]

Happy Valentine’s Day my best girl wrote a song about me

[yourimaginarycabin]

When I see the trees, the hills, the ocean you're

rushin back

So I’m begging, please

Get out of here while you can

I’ll make you the world’s most miserable man

I don’t mean to, it’s just who I am

[postpunkpussy-deactivated202105]

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Joanna Newsom wrote & performed this piece when she was 17.

[yourimaginarycabin]

I gotta play this for children next week

[yourimaginarycabin]

“Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hand down into time and scoop up blue and green lozenges of April heat a year ago in another country. I can feel that other day running underneath this one like an old videotape—here we go fast around the last corner up the hill to his house, shadows of limes and roses blowing in the car window and music spraying from the radio and him singing and touching my left hand to his lips.”

— Anne Carson, The Glass Essay (via lipfused)

[yourimaginarycabin]

the only way to really know a person is to love them without hope

[yourimaginarycabin]

a little fumbling and a little whispering and a little learning 

[yourimaginarycabin]

outfit in honor of being a troll today

[yourimaginarycabin]

I love you in a spring way. In the way that life comes after death and in the way that little green buds abide, after every silent winter. A winter that last years and then here it is, love again, bloom eternal. I die and come back and die and come back. I am tired of it, even, I want to be dirt, but painfully I open again. Petal by petal

[petaltexturedskies]

Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Vera Slonim, dated 24 March 1937, from Letters to Véra