Mary Oliver, “Black Oaks.” West Wind
“All we need is a bed to lay in, someone to nurse our insecurities and to remind us that the world isn’t so lonesome if we share it with hearts who lay on similar pillows of madness.”
— Joe Straynge
Photo by Daniel J. Schwarz
Tumblr is where girls go to be alone with other girls who are being alone and that's why I've been using this site for so long
i am an easy-going, cute, and suffering-oriented person
*going through a really hard time* i will survive this but not unaltered
don’t you love when you’re casually reading a random poem and suddenly come across a line that burrows into your bones and becomes the definition of your heart for the next 17 years
I was a part of the russian sleep experiment but I was in the control group so none of that stuff happened to me
tiktok is such an awful app, it's almost designed to feed you misinformation and expose you to insane discourse. unlike beloved tumblr, the app that feeds me misinformation and exposes me to insane discourse
No, no, no, you see on tiktok an algorithm feeds you misinformation. On Tumblr I feed myself misinformation from my charcuterie board of hand-selected unhinged mutuals.
None of that mass market junk. Only artisanal, small batch, sustainably cultivated, fair trade horseshit.
but! we! cannot! simply! sit! and! stare! at! our! wounds! forever!
having bpd is actual hell on earth cause no one tries to fucking understand you and they write you off as being difficult and too much and they leave and we’re left with this fucking personality disorder that consumes my entire fucking existence and they act like its THEIR inconvenience that IM ill.
It's okay if it takes a little longer than you thought.
Sunrise, Louise Glück
♱ dark ♱
personally if i were an artist and teenage girls happened to gravitate towards my art i would consider that the highest fucking honour imaginable
there are certain emotions that can only be felt by teenage girls and god
The Secret History by Donna Tartt