40,000 Years Ago, Early Humans Painted Hands On The Wall Of A Cave. This Morning, My Baby Cousin Began

that comment about how you should not borrow grief from the future has saved me multiple times from spiraling into an inescapable state of anxiety. like every time i find myself thinking about how something in the future could go wrong i remember that comment and i think to myself: well i never know, it might get better. it might not even happen the way i think it will and if it does happen and it is sad and bad ill be sad about it then, when it happens. and it’s somehow soo freeing

i dont “have ptsd” that’s all just the wizard’s curse

Bites you (with love)

his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms spaghetti

he'll sleep when she's dead

mom's spaghetti

thinking about the disney princess debate again and it’s kind of messing me up because i’m thinking. cinderella is wish fulfillment for every abused person. cinderella is being hopeful about your situation by thinking ‘what if there was this girl who was just like me and was trying her best but nobody cared and even took advantage of her trying her best and mistreated her because they could. what if someone helped her get out, what if someone saw her and noticed her and fell in love with her, someone who wouldn’t mistreat her and would show her the kindness everyone deserves, what if she could get out of her abusive home without being haunted or harassed the rest of her life over it.’ it’s a happy ending most people don’t get. it’s imagining that everything goes right, that everything goes the way it should be. i don’t call this a coping mechanism, i call this a glory, i call this a testament to the strength and goodness in people that when they suffer cruelty they make up a story where that doesn’t happen and people are good. it’s not demeaning. it’s empowering.

redrew an old drawing

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.

i do think you have to be a bit pathetic to be truly hot