mallory's gallory

*acts clueless but actually knows what’s going on at all times*

We need to stop romanticizing exhaustion and burn-out. Society glamorizes working to the point your body gives up. Working yourself until you become sick from it should not be a sign of "a good, committed worker", but a sign of someone who cared too much about everything and everyone but never cared enough about themselves.

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wanna get in a time machine and go back to 2013 where all that matters was pizza and all those edits with the sad pop punk lyrics. what a time to be alive

still need this kind of reminder

Be there for yourself. 

it’s been 3 or 4 years since I’ve been on tumblr. I re-joined because a friend reminded me of all it’s brilliance and charm. I always loved how tumblr aligned with my rose tinted, romanticize-literally-everything view of the world. but this time, I think i’ll spend more time re-posting with self reflections and spend more time interacting. this place has always felt like a safe space.

10+ and still in love with this band.

original post alert!

still use this gif 2 years after first finding it. maybe I can do this mindfulness thing.