˚✧sapphic scorpio✧༚

i bet it feels good to be an underwater plant just swaying in sync with the flow of water

i have so many hobbies and interests but each day the four horsemen (instant gratification, shortened attention span, procrastination, exhaustion) grab me by the throat and shake me until i collapse in my comfy bed

sometimes a bad bitch just needs to sit by the sea

the internet seems like a distant dream

whatever we are on rn is not the internet. It's ads

stoicism won’t save you. pick up a hobby where you make something with your hands

and is your shame helpful? is it inspiring goodness and change? or is it keeping you frozen in time unable to move on and be everything you have expanded to be?

i told a spider about hatred and it spun a web that clearly conveyed a sense of betrayal and disillusionment at the world

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

they already MADE a perfect wuthering heights adaptation. it came out in 1978 and it’s three minutes forty five seconds long and it’s by kate bush

t shirt that says “i used to be worse”