impossibleandinsufferable:

domestic, happy them is so special to me

juelzsantanabandana:

The most obvious hint that I am getting old is I can no longer handle the brightness of any type of laptop TV or phone screen, my shit be on zero. Brightness all the way down. It’s not lit, it’s dim my guy

antinomes:

@chbnet event 19: bingo (myths)

hades, the god of the underworld

lovesickcrowley:

ur twenties are weird. i have the priorities of a kindergartener again. i don’t know what in the hell is going on EVER. i like colors. i like soup. i want to take a nap

januaryhoney:

januaryhoney:

growing up is an endless process of me looking back at younger versions of myself and being like…. wow she was so young. but look how well she did with what she knew

how lovely to think that there is a future me out there thinking this exact same thing about present me

slfcare:

as the colder months approach: i wish you all a healthy, calm end of the year. i wish you tasty cups of tea, comfortable clothes, warm beds, nutritious meals in safe homes, good music, new friends and unwavering health. you deserve good things now.

flowerais-deactivated20211031:

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

here’s some fairy dust to everyone who is struggling with problems but trying their best to stay soft-hearted and determined ✩

yukika-moved-deactivated2022010:

treating being non-binary like its a third gender is annoying but you wanna know what’s even more annoying to me? people acting like there’s two ways to be non-binary: you’re either non-binary in a girl way or in a boy way like… please just stop perceiving me.

plathsbitch:

inloveforevr:

literature has saved my life several times……like so many times I have felt emotions that I cannot shake, that feel so heavy and unearthly and then I stumble across a poem, or a quote from a human decades or even centuries ago and suddenly i feel connected to them…i am reminded that hope exists! the perfect arrangement of words can heal a wound in the heart that has existed for years! the power of literature!

this is what I strive for, both as a reader and a writer. literature offers so much hope— art is hope. any form of it! ballet, sculpting, drawing, playing the cello, the piano, musical theatre… even history I consider as an art form, because we learn so much of what we make of it, of the past and it’s hidden lessons and comfort. words have more power than you know. read and use them accordingly. explote with them! shatter them, reconstruct them, and find in them consolation! this is why writers are so important, why books are so well loved— art is hope.

untiloblivions:

thinking about “you haven’t met all the people who will love you” and like!!! you also haven’t found all the things that will make you happy!!!! there will always be new authors and musicians and artists whose work you will one day discover and love!!!! there will always be new hobbies and skills for you to learn and feel fulfilled by!!! there will always be new things around the corner that will bring sudden and unexpected happiness!!!!!!!!!!!