Nobody Talks About How Much Of Writing Is Just You Staring At A Blank Document, Begging Your Brain For

love when there’s like 4 people online and we keep reblogging the same posts from each other. literally just 4 bitches hanging out and telling each other “exactlyyyyy”

you want me to come out of my cage AND be doing just fine?? in this economy???

bro your whimsy. you forgot your fucking whimsy. your solemn and somber attitude is scaring the hoes

rb to give your mutuals a silly little paper valentine card and a red heart shaped lollipop 💖

liiiike don’t make me say it…. 😅😅

gonna take a hot shower and put on a big t shirt and my undies and i’m gonna sit on the floor and color at my coffee table like im 6 years old again and then i’ll feel better

and i yearn

For endless nights spent beneath stars; for the sweet embrace of cold, numbing dark.

To take the worries from my mind, deposit them in a safe, not to open till morn.

For the patter of rain over an old tin roof; for the sound of frogs as they praise the skies.

To remind me of life worth living, as much as I cry, even just for the smallest of things.

For mornings spent as the sunrises over the beach; for evenings spent amongst the marsh.

To slow down, breathe, and remember the childlike wonder of the world around me.

being on tumblr is like being in a car in a parking lot

like it's technically public, but you're also sorta in your own little bubble, and people have to be Actively trying to listen in order to hear you, if they're even aware that you're speaking at all. and then sometimes you accidentally bonk the horn with ur elbow and suddenly the whole parking lot knows you're a virgin

trying to prove a point to the boys at school

reblog this if you believe trans men are real men like this if you dont