i was just checking up on you which i guess i’m sorry for, ik i fucked up and we can’t fix things but i just wanted to see how you were doing— in a weird way i miss us being friends even though i wasn’t really a great one to begin with. whoever is being nasty to you isn’t me, i haven’t been sending asks aside from this one and the one that said i didn’t send u anything.

you aren't "just checking up" on me. if you were, you would be reaching out to me after my numerous attempts to have you message me in a way that doesn't need to be public so that we could talk about this like adults. i never said you were currently sending me nasty asks. however, you did last year. from my perspective, after having you anonymously send me hate multiple times, block me on literally everything when i confronted you about it, never take accountability for what you did, and then nearly every day you check my blog (and i wouldn't be surprised if an IP address from another person is your friend bc they check just as often as you), it feels an awful lot like stalking with malicious intent. i never closed the door to you. you stopped responding. i never blocked you on anything and never blocked your phone number because all i could think is "what if there's an emergency". i only knew you blocked my number after i tried to reach out two weeks ago to talk to you about why you are still on my blog and to ask why it is that you sent me two asks about a guy. i've wondered if you were so lonely you needed someone to talk to and if you were okay, but after seeing you continue to check my blog every day even after i have asked for you to contact me (again, i don't have a way to contact you), i'm gathering you sent those asks just to fuck with me. probably to have a good laugh about it idek. i don't understand you.

natalia

i hate the wind i hate the wind i hate the wind i hate the wind i hate the wind i hate the wind i hate the wind

Three swans. Pen and pencil. 1858. Border detail.

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you guys literally are all so brave. even through the screen i can tell. keep going

by Gustaf Emanuelsson

i’ve been going through a rough patch with my health the last month and a half, so i haven’t had much to say, but here’s something that brings me joy. my husband and i in our blurry glory, in front of an ugly yellow bush, the cheesiest smiles, the double chins, but so full of joy on our wedding day two months ago.

ACNH .png | BREAD

Great Chalfield 130620 381 by vintage 1953 & wackymoomin on Flickr.

Ugh, if only I was living up in a castle far away from civilisation, only going out to feast on humans. And buy more books.

Lladro Porcelain. “How do you do?”.

Interrupted

if you saw my post yesterday, no you didn't.

(but also thank you for those of you with kind words)