The Life and Times

“this pillow works better if your a back sleeper” bitch I’m a rotisserie chicken sleeper I don’t stop turning until sleep rips me forcefully from this world

Self-care is watching movies about women made by women

Okay people said fleabag was funny, not that it would shatter my heart

i rate films based on how well they transported me from the hellish nightmare of mental suffering i live on a daily basis

'there'll be peace when you are done' lies. it's been hours and i am full of rage

there’s love in long messages. in late night phone calls. love when laughs echo around us. when we dance. there’s love woven into your “i saw this and thought of you” or “i can give you the space you need” or “i am here”. there’s love in your eyes when you understand. and in your smile when you don’t but still try to. it’s in the food we share. flowing through the tips of our fingers when we touch. and intertwining when our thoughts flow together. there’s love captured in our photographs and even better, in our memories. days pass and there is love. always love, still.

this is the first time in years that tumblr has felt organic. No I will not elaborate 

tumblr’s collective composure was hanging on by a single fucking thread and it was supernatural of all things that got out the scissors 

We really used to ask teachers if we could drink water.......what the fuck was that

Or to use the bathroom and they really said "no❤️"

(french accent) ooh dis is juste "cinnamon tographie!!" *chefs kiss*

at this point my blood is probably 4.3% pasta sauce