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i will continue to embarrass myself on tumblr whether i like it or not
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i have this theory that ppl who are privileged have a fun and humorous experience with the aftermath of wisdom teeth surgery and ppl who are deeply traumatized have a nightmarish depressing sad time with the aftermath
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how does a traumatized chronically mentally ill young woman acquire hope? asking for a friend
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dancing fairies by august malmström (1866) ⋆⭒˚。⋆°‧★⊹ ࣪ ˖
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cat i saw inhabiting an abandoned house with a tree that fell onto it a few weeks before due to a severe storm (december 2024)
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i have no one to talk to about this. i guess that’s why i end up venting here. old habits die hard. no one knew he was my closest friend. not my friends or his friends, not our relatives. i just have to sit and wonder forever why. was there a note? why didn’t he call me back? why did i call i day too late? was i at fault. i don’t know. i’ll probably never know. it’s killing me slowly.
i’m not having a good time at all. the only person i cared the most about is dead. he was so young. i don’t feel myself moving on anytime soon. he’s been gone for almost 5 months. feels like a couple weeks. i just want to call him every day. his phone doesn’t ring anymore.
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i’m not having a good time at all. the only person i cared the most about is dead. he was so young. i don’t feel myself moving on anytime soon. he’s been gone for almost 5 months. feels like a couple weeks. i just want to call him every day. his phone doesn’t ring anymore.
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