trying to figure this shit out

Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire

women do not want me

fish do not fear me

crabs are instantly enraged by my presence

finally sports journalists are asking the truly important questions...

enemies to lovers but with myself

what if I decide to let the joy slowly creep into my life the same way dread does…… what then

it's amazing how ordinary objects can become so significant to only the owner

when my aunt's best friend passed away, my younger brother was four years old. at his funeral, my brother went up to her and gave her a nickel. he told her very solemnly that it would make her feel better. she smiled for the first time in days, and tucked it in her wallet.

when my brother was 22, his best friend passed away unexpectedly. my aunt drove three hours to be there for him at the funeral. she went up to my brother, gave him a big hug, and then gave him a nickel. it was the same nickel; she had kept it in her wallet for 18 years, and now it's on a necklace that he never takes off.

what i'm trying to say is that the love you put into the world will always find its way back to you.

May 23, 1931 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931  [volume 4]

being a false prophet would be fun i think

Casting a spell on you that makes you happy, by the way. Your day tomorrow will be pretty good. Something nice will happen, maybe.

nothing is awkward or cheesy if you dont give a fuck. im on this earth to have a good time not to be seen as cool

my five year plan? read a lot of books. visit museums. walk through woods. stand in a river. adopt a little kitty. drink lemonade while sitting in a rocking chair on my porch.

the new pornbots’ url game is INSANE. complicit-rotting and warmmourning you would have done numbers if you were real

we forgot to teach your boyfriend media literacy and he completely misunderstood all the themes and narratives. yeah the underlying message too. he got tricked into believing in-universe propaganda and is writing a longpost about it now sorry

everyone has a ship thats just: theyre perfect. they hate each other. theyre married. they havent spoken in 15 years. they have date nights three times a week. theyre divorced. theyre pining, its unrequited. its requited. theyre starcrossed. theyre meant to be. theyre doomed by the narrative. they love each other. theyve never held hands. they wont stop making out at parties. they cant look each other in the eye

a nice morning can be twenty hours long, if you need

writing sucks because after i share what i wrote i wanna be like "hey did u notice this technique i used? did you notice the repetition here? let me write you an analysis on my own work."