a lil dump

ohhhh i get it now. the little seed of loneliness i’ve carried with me since i was five will never go away

Sometimes you stress yourself out to the point of tears and then u have to coax urself off the ledge by reminding urself that nothing is ever that fucking serious . It works out how it works out the point is we put in the effort

summertime sadness (every summer carries the ghosts of all the summers that precede it)

every year summer rolls around and it’s just (memories of friends I don’t speak to anymore) (memories of places I can never go back to again) (memories of a person I can never become again) (with each summer our connections grow less and less sturdy) (you are one summer older and one summer less than the year before) (yearning for a past time you weren’t even that happy in) (wanting to hit up certain people but you’re one summer too late)

I don’t know about other cultures, but in English folklore, when a beekeeper dies someone has to go out and tell the bees.

Imagine you’re a neolithic hunter-gatherer, just hanging out, sacrificing stuff to your god, when a new god you’ve never met before shows up and tells you that your god is dead, it’s not your fault or anything, and maybe a new god will come along to take care of you, maybe not, it’s gonna be touch and go for a while

In English folklore, you ALSO have to invite your bees to your wedding, and decorate their hive, and leave a slice of cake for them, and also bring your new spouse by to introduce them to the hive straightaway. Imagine your eldritch god doing THAT.

#these polite beekeepers are just modeling the behavior they would like to see from their own god maybe? #perhaps if we could sting God he would tell us secrets

The best way to fight climate change is to destroy capitalism.

Don't believe that you are responsible for this. They just want to pass the buck.

yes girl I think it’s incredibly sexy how indecisive you are about every single decision in your life. I also love how you haven’t let anything go since you were 12. can we make out now

Holy shit kids, daylight savings in America is TOMORROW. I was blissfully unaware so if you too were blissfully unaware, here's your terrible awakening. Remember to set your clocks forward and be prepared for your cats to be mad about it.

one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.

100% accurate. adding to which her body is constantly going through massive changes she did not expect to happen and every time they do she has to totally reorient herself in the place she is in and no one seems to think this is at all strange or traumatizing

hate how so much of adult friendship relies on updates, experiencing your life through pictures and tidbits. we had it good with childhood friends, could spend years and years basking in the same circumstance. now i just float through clouds of strangers, hungry for something solid and warm. yes i carry your heart within mine, yes i see the world through your eyes. but in that very moment i still feel alone, still know it's poor substitute for same room, twin smiles.