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when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night with your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife and when you think about me, all of those years ago you're standing face to face with "i told you so" you know i hate to say, "i told you so" You know i hate to say, but, i told you so

I'm into cozification. good girls should be so comfy and warm and sleepy

the assurance "nobody is judging you" is straight up false... people ARE judging you and you have to find a way to be ok w it

I wondered why green is so associated with hope and then I remembered being 8 and seeing a little plant sprout after a few days of waiting and. Yeah. I get it now.

i believe you can always get back to yourself. you can always soften into being again. no matter how long you might be stuck in a pattern of unhappiness, of being jaded, of feeling guarded from the world in some way. there is always a path back. give yourself a chance to find it.

“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional

I want to make one!

Volcano Eruptions seen from Space photos: NASA

i feel like i have rabies but like emotionally

a lot on my mind right now (broths)

thoroughly enjoyed

laces and silks collection by mirror palais.

room details after a rainy day's spring cleaning

cereal tastes better at night because the veil is thin

Cherry blossoming in Japan, taken by Ryu Haharu

your mistake is thinking healing will always feel good, and not often like molting while clung to dead tree bark

i love the moon. i trust her. i’m glad we have her

ai generated images make me increasingly sad and tired the more i see them in more and more casual contexts. i dont know how to explain, but it just fills the world with a bunch of nothing. no matter how visually stunning the pictures might be, there's nothing behind it for me. no dedication, no emotions, no feelings, no hard work or creativity, nothing i can truly think about, admire or enjoy. i dont think thats how art is supposed to be

You weren't ugly 10 years ago, you were a kid, or a teenager, or just a human person. 10 years ago cameras weren't that good. We still used CDs. People had flip phones. 10 years ago Instagram wasn't a thing. I hate to say it but every year we spent perfecting our social media presence is not a glow up. A grainy picture of you just existing in the era before curated existence next to a perfectly lit and framed "candid" is not an accurate comparison... Be nicer to your younger self, man. Think about what it's telling the kids.

a normal and average sunday consists of lying on the ground thinking about how much I'd like to go back and do everything again because this time I'd do everything right