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villabitterlin9

some cool affirmations when you feel like you wanna die: im not crazy I’m sexy. im not crazy I’m sexy. im not crazy I’m sexy. im not crazy I’m sexy. im not crazy I’m sexy.

yeah

bts

25/04

artwork by me

#oggeminivenus

grete henriette aw25

I have never wanted anything gently. Never loved in moderation. Never touched without wanting to consume.

Good things make me anxious.

They feel like little birds landing on my shoulder, beautiful, soft, and incredibly light. And I can never shake the feeling that the moment I breathe in too deeply, they’ll flutter away. So I hold my breath… for as long as I can. I grip the goodness too tightly, until it bruises under the strength of my anxiety and fear. I try to earn it, to deserve it, to bargain with the universe so it stays. I do good things, hoping that maybe this time, I’ll be allowed to keep what I love.

But even in the warmth of joy, I mourn. I mourn in advance. I say goodbyes into the arms of beginnings. Because I’ve seen the way good things vanish. I’ve watched laughter curdle into silence. I’ve felt love dissolve in someone’s absence. So, when something kind or soft or bright finds me, I flinch. I brace. I mourn.

And sometimes, I let go too soon. I release the good before it can truly transform me. Before it can make a home in me. Because what if it leaves anyway? What if it teaches me a new kind of light, only to disappear and leave me in darkness that feels even deeper than before?

It’s such a strange thing, to be afraid of healing. To ache for something while pushing it away. I want good things to stay.

But maybe some good things are just meant to be held gently, with both hands, for as long as they’ll let you.

one of my favourite parts of the night is the subtle change from civil twilight to nautical twilight, when you begin to notice the warm street lights. there’s only remnants of light in the sky, and the brightest stars become visible again.

glitched and forgot the lyrics. stan Amaarae

ever just feel like the life you want is so far out of reach. i want more comfort. i want more money. i want a home i’ll carefully design. an even more personalized space? could redecorate my apartment but it’s not as fun if you’re not doing it completely from scratch. i’m at a really good place right now, i guess. but i want more.

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

i love looking at myself

what is love?

🥺 I’ll call you later 😏 yeah right

tan - fw25

women are so beautiful

i want to run away

good morning (i want to go back to sleep)

There are things that it’s not very easy to fold neatly and put away.

simple breakfast (sourdough avocado toast and eggs)

kinda want this as a tattoo

got these for free today :)

Paris