to sit and stare

for like, actual pennies? or just the warm, coppery taste of them?

POV: you’re scrolling through tumblr instead of facing your problems like a normal human being

life is crying, reading books, drinking coffee, listening to like 2 songs, yearning, simping for the moon and then you die

Reblog this with how you found out Prince Phillip died

This post lol

Practicing daily negative affirmations in my ingratitude journal

Concept: I finish school. The job I work isn’t my dream job but I enjoy doing it greatly still. It pays enough to cover everything I might need. My bills are never overdue. Money is not a thought in my head. I have a place to live. So do my dogs. It is nice and warm, I have some plants, my bookshelves are full, my sheets are always clean. There is time to read at the end of a day. I read a lot. Thinking is a good thing. I meet up with friends regularly, old and new. They love me. We make memories. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I travel a few times a year, always different places. The places I see steal my breath away. The people I meet teach me of life. They are good. There is no war. The sea calls to me and pay visit. I am independent. I am content.

*my weeping increases in intensity as I listen to the lament for Boromir*

No Noise November. everyone shut up