Grey

you thought you were denied a thing when infact you were spared of it.

listening to an album you used to love but overplayed for yourself after a really long time after the overplayedness has worn off and it sounds like it's supposed to again is the closest to being in heaven you can get during your mortal life i think

i fucking love tumblr on new years i scroll past a glittertext gif wishing me a happy 2002 i scroll past my mutual wishing me a happy 2018 i scroll past a gifset wishing me a happy 2013 i scroll p

and not to sound like a conspiracy theorist but another reason I hate the return of 2000’s th*nspo shit is bc starving does make women frail and has longer term consequences like early osteoporosis, brittle bones/teeth, insomnia, ect. Your muscles will start eating themselves. It also makes you extremely emotional and severely lowers your capacity for critical thinking not bc you’re a girl but because your brain isn’t getting any fucking nutrients so idk I just feel like its very convenient that every time there’s an uptick in fascist rhetoric and women’s rights are being stripped suddenly it’s peak fashion for women to be starving, weak, and exhausted

not to alarm anyone but we have 2026 next week

Laughing at fascism contributes to it btw

getting big 45 minute vibes from this 15 minute recipe

Opened a memory box and found letters my 15-year-old-self wrote to future me so now I’m a mess with perspective because the day by day can feel so hard but I’m everything she ever wanted to be

help i’m thinking about people writing hello on walls and putting smiling photographs in bottles and heart emoji anons and the way we wiggle at each other in games to say i am friendly and we call it dancing and the robot we sent into the unknown called perseverance or “percy” that can sing happy birthday to itself i’m thinking about that poem that says “mostly we don’t want to hurt each other” again

what if your doppelganger loved being you more than you ever loved being yourself. they're better at being you and everyone loves them and it feels almost selfish to want your life back. i want clone horror but the horror is that the thing trying to replace you is also the person you always wanted to be.

and it is imperative that it ends with killing the better version of yourself with your bare hands btw.

She leaned close. Her lips brushed along my cheek and down to the tender flesh of my throat. The warm heat of her mouth thrilled through me. She licked and nipped at me as I moaned in helpless need. I felt like wax, melting beneath the flame of her. It was supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Some of us don't even have a law degree, we're just pretentious fuckers and/or people who have written things like Lovecraft pastiche or dialogue from the sixth Doctor. Believe it or not, big complicated words have an honored place in our language, our experiences, and our storytelling. Possibly the reason why AI uses big words is because it has been stealing things that other people lovingly, carefully handcrafted. (Such as Lovecraft pastiche or dialogue from the sixth Doctor.)

long ago, before modern gen AI, someone on tumblr got all up in my face about how "pretentious" i was to use words, and i just could not make sense of this. god forbid a girl have hobbies?

"You use words higher than a 3rd grade reading level, you must be AI" is the next level of anti-intellectualism I swear.

the eyes of someone who just vomited carry a vulnerable acceptance to grief only known in portraits of saints