Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.

Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me

this is beautiful

katie daisy

i am the biggest moron on a planet of morons

if anyone needs me i'll be hiding in that library that has crazy security because i don't want to see anyone and i'd like to be alone with xxxholic thank you.

hehehe i want to live in canada

kill me

i am talking to art again

she is so easy to talk to

she is so patient with me

i'm a nervous and i would like to a dead because

me would like to pursue her full time

like a job

hehehe

mentally im friends with a lot of u guys even if we dont talk or never have talked and probably will never talk directly. its ok. the warriors bond transcends words

You guys just have to trust me on this one and click here okay?

why my tumblr is a secret

people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets

my thoughts exactly

they need to add two extra hours after ten pm where time doesn't pass so you can do some nice reading before bed

Reblogging because I don't know how to save this for myself.

All Hail my life and Saviour, Mike Flanagan. 

Man is literally inventing a horror-adjacent religion because he knows I’m lonely and would like to be a part of a community but the bigotry of organized religion makes me shy away from being a part of one.

i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever

Yo en este momento

my heart is a wreck you loved bitch

Tell me a soft memory

and what if I told you nine was less afraid of love than ten. what then.

Snail smells like peace

My head is not right now but this occurred to me today so I will post about it. Snail smells how I think peace would, if it had a scent.

Why do I want a person who has hurt me so much? I miss Art. But she jokingly said something to me that hurt me a lot. She told me that I should get therapy. The thing is, she was saying it in a condescending way, like I'm broken and I am an inconvenience unless I fix myself. I do consider therapy a necessary option for making my life better and I am aiming to find a therapist once I move away in 2 months, but this wasn't concern on her part. This was a joke for her. I'm a broken crazy person. This is the person I'm tearing myself in pieces for. This is the person I still want to hold hands with and talk to every day.

on the phone with god rn to make sure im not on his “strongest warriors” list again for 2024

I need to stick to crime

Anything in the romance genre depresses me beyond words because i am a dumbfuck who cannot sustain a relationship to save her life and that pisses me off. At least watching crime makes me feel like a competent human being because I can manage my issues without stabbing someone.