dreamily bemused

fuck you (confession of love)

Sir please thats my emotional support stack of books that i havent read

A part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. The older you get, the more mistakes you’ve made, opportunities you’ve missed, people you’ve disappointed. And every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. You accept and love the you from the past and understand that it’s all a part of the process. Then you move on and live your best life, knowing now as old as you feel today, you’ll never be this young again.

girls only want one thing and it is to decompose 

when charles bukowski said "we're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! that alone should make us love each other but it doesnt." and when homer said "everything is more beautiful because we are doomed." and when donna tartt said "death is the mother of beauty" and when tahani on the good place said "knowing you dont have to be here forever will help you feel happier while you are."

you are a fish i caught and you are wiggling in my hand. i am throwing you back in the water because of your bad attitude

every day i log onto tumblr dot com and read mary oliver and richard siken poetry excerpts and cry

tumblr doesn’t even pretend to show me notifications any more, if you say something to me and I see it it’s purely because I stumbled upon it by chance in an enchanted grotto deep in the moonlit forest at midnight and will never find it again.

if you tag me in something and I don’t respond, I didn’t see it, I’m not ignoring you, I love attention

normalize admitting that you care. being nonchalant all the time is overrated.

oh to be called "my love" by your favourite person in the whole world

when jenny slate said “many times my own life has been enhanced or even saved by other people who have shown their sorrow in a beautiful and digestible way”