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happy tuesday are we alive are we anguished are we experiencing a grief we think is too large yet, contradictingly, too small to discuss in simple conversation is spring treating you well are we making plans for the future or just the weekend
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Identity is a prison! Let yourself respond authentically to each moment as it arrives, without being bound to the narrative of who you think you are! The self is a construct! The truth of your existence is ever changing and infinite as the universe is ever changing and infinite! Abandon the stories of your past selves and be present and alive in this very moment! IDENTITY IS DEAD! THE SELF IS DEAD! YOU ARE ALIVE!
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there is nothing, nothing. and there is nothing even in this telling of nothing
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On nights like this, I had to soothe you in my embrace, it was me all along besides whom you fell asleep and it was me who put you back to sleep when you woke up stressed in middle of the night.
It has always been me, at end of the day or at the first light of dawn who inspired you and gave you strength to move on
To get up, get dressed and walk on in the morning, to do your chores, keep you warm, feed you and tend to you when you get sick
And it would be always me but no one else who will come to your aid so do not set your heart upon people to do that for you
So for once more, listen to me and only me
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Such a good morning, I love cold mornings
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I want to write something on the war I nearly escaped from but it's so hard to decipher those emotions into words.
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i always drown my cacti.
somehow i care for them until they die.
maybe thats what i did to you,
because i know that i couldn't have loved you more,
yet you still walked out the door.
i never meant to be suffocating,
but you were always my everything.
i adored you,
from head to toe.
at some point i think i loved too much,
and forgot how to walk without you as my crutch.
now i am stumbling through life,
learning to walk all over again.
less is more, right?
i wish i had known that before i held on too tight.
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i always drown my cacti.
somehow i care for them until they die.
maybe thats what i did to you,
because i know that i couldn't have loved you more,
yet you still walked out the door.
i never meant to be suffocating,
but you were always my everything.
i adored you,
from head to toe.
at some point i think i loved too much,
and forgot how to walk without you as my crutch.
now i am stumbling through life,
learning to walk all over again.
less is more, right?
i wish i had known that before i held on too tight.
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hate how I morph into a stupid character whenever I start a new drama series.
Like I am already stupid, isn't that enough?!
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when I was stuck in Ukraine, even the most inconsequential people in my life were worried about me.
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me: im adorable like im literally the cutest person in every room i walk into
me 4 seconds later: behold the trash lord
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a series of photos i took in the smallest town ive ever known and loved
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Coming out is not some rite of passage allowing you to finally be proud of yourself. Read that again. You should be proud of yourself because you have jumped into deep and unknown territory on a quest to explore who you are. It’s a journey we, sadly, often start alone. We feel lost. We are in the dark, with no one to guide us. On this quest, we face many challenges. We have to fight self-doubt, denial, fear, society, and monsters. It’s scary. Every day we have to find the strength to take a step closer to accepting ourselves in a world where many discourage us not to. It’s one heck of a quest. The journey you are on takes courage. And a lot of it. It’s hard. And that’s why I don’t want you to think that you need to be out to be proud. For real, please take a moment to realize this. You are on a journey most people will never have to endure. Don’t you see how strong you are? If you are not already telling yourself this, I will: Dear beautiful, brave soul; I am so proud of you. Continue your quest. You will make it. All of us have your back. You are not alone. Never forget this. Stay proud. ~ Roderick
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A favourite song about a favourite person during your favourite part of the day
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You really did a number on me, and I felt that.
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