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I hate an adult that bitches about babies crying on a plane. just so entitled and immature like it’s pathetic. “Why are you bringing your baby on a 9 hour flight” bitch wtf do you know what if the mothers fucking mom just died and she’s flying to see her for the last time like sometimes people just need to go places and ofc they wanna bring their baby. I literally hate hate hate hate adults tha bitch about this I’ve been on flights with crying babies like right behind me and idgaf like sorry it seems like a skill issue atp. Babies exist and they literally cannot do anything BUT cry they r completely helpless and that be pissing people off

lots of people are going to crack under pisces season for those still tryna hold onto facades. the spells are being broken. stay away from those that are clearly at war with themselves. they'll hinder you from experiencing your own integration process!

Sorry if this is awkward but are you free every morning for the next 70 years? I’d love to get some coffee if you’re available.

that insane girl on tumblr is definitely your soulmate btw

have you been laughing enough? do you dream of them still? do you write? are you eating things that make you think of your childhood? are you taking walks? are you calling the people you love? did it get better? can you write from where you are? what inexplicable things make you sad? i’ll go first. elbow shaped pasta. the sound of a football game. a tweety bird shirt. the whole month of march. the whole month of may. half of september. i love you so much. i never want to dream of you again. are you drinking enough water?  im sorry. everyday feels like sunday. i am putting my ear to the floorboards. tell me if you need anything. i only want to dream of you. im sorry. they aren’t all inexplicable. i cry on airplanes now. do you cry? do you go on planes? are you stuck halfway? im sorry. what are five things you see? four things you hear? the bathroom vent, the football game, a door closing, someone walking outside. i miss you most in the places you’ve never been. i miss you most in the morning after i’ve had my coffee. i miss you most at night when i dream of you. i miss you most when i need a name so the grief makes sense. when do you miss me? im sorry. does it feel like sunday for you too? 

seeing little kid pictures of urself is such a weird experience.... Like i looked like a little silly How cld anyone ever b mean to that

been really into toast with butter and honey. really healing me

eating a vegetable after days of not eating one 🙏🏻 #mentalhealth

🌷 here is a flower for anyone not feeling their best today

"you got hoes" i got unread messages luv, i don't entertain

I want motherfucking magic in life. I want romance. I want peace. I want beauty and softness. I want love and warmth.

No other way to say it but I am a huge slut for museum gift shops