the mentally ill urge to do something drastic instead of sitting down and processing thoughts and emotions
the thought of domestic romance does something to me. it’s so tender. to share the little things of everyday with someone you adore, putting love into all of these daily tasks. there’s something raw and comforting about it.
currently being crushed under the weight of academic achievements because as a child it was reinforced as a Very Important source of validation and the education system made it out to be the Only Thing That Would Matter and now I have trouble relaxing and enjoying life like I know I should and a huge amount of my self worth now depends on my academia and I’m stuck in a limbo of trying to unlearn all of this and enjoying life and being pulled back into a habit of judging myself based on how much I achieve in school
“My mom adopted a cat that brings her slippers to her every morning. I didn’t believe her until she got it on camera finally”
(Source)
conversations are a social construct let me rest my head on your lap and cease to exist
sext: I’ll give you my hoodie
Sext: did you eat?
Sext: text me when you’re home
sext: did you sleep well?
Sext: be safe
Sext: did you get home safe?
Sext: I’m coming over I need to see you
Sext: I saw this and thought of you
“every night i see you in my heart every time i do i end up crying if i call (for) you in the darkness the sound that comes to me are my deep breaths”
— kim seok-jin, yours
How do you go through sadness?
I live with it but don’t make a home out of it. I make space for it in my bed, we eat dinner together sometimes. we walk at night but it falls asleep before I get home and I forget about it. it comes out in loneliness, it comes out in anger, it comes out in desire for attention; and I remember that something is just hurting and make space for it to hurt. I listen to the birds sing. I pay attention to flowers growing. I let it exist with happiness because sometimes they are together. I make a point to become kinder to myself.
on purpose. I love you on purpose.
the seven husbands of evelyn hugo / the swan no. 3 / euripides (trans. anne carson) / reassurance
A white person learning another language in the United States is a person looking to build a résumé.
A person of color learning English in the United States is a person looking to be treated like a human being.
It is not the same thing.
Keep reblogging this white people are getting mad because they don’t know the difference between learning a language because it’s fun or to put it on applications and learning a language so you won’t get treated like garbage by everyone
WHAT’S NEW SCOOBY DOO???? WE’RE COMING AFTER YOU!!!!! YOU’RE GONNA SOLVE THAT MYSTERY!!!! I SEE YOU SCOOBY DOO!!!!! THE TRAIL LEADS BACK TO YOU!!!!!! WHAT’S NEW SCOOBY DOOOOOO????!!!!!!
You have to stop writing “the fic nobody asked for” in your fanfiction description.
I asked for it. I prayed for it. And you gave it to me. So thank you.
Me: it’s okay Ben’s a ghost he can’t die
Ben:
Klaus and Ben trying to show the siblings their ghosty powers:
No one:
Diego and Luther hanging out together:
Seeing a woman’s naked body is a goddamn privilege, and people need to stop acting like it’s a right. A woman doesn’t fucking owe you anything, and you should be thanking her if she allows you to see her body.