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I think toy doctors are so nice actually like i remember being a little heartbroken kid when one of my beloved stuffed animals got old and torn up and my mom just threw him out. And i know what it would have meant to me, to have someone lovingly stitch him back up instead so i could love him just a little longer. And I’m really glad there are little kids out there who get to see pictures of their stuffed animals and dolls with little fake hospital beds and casts as they “rest & heal” before returning to them good as new. Like what a sweet thing to do with your life.

I love using "by the way" as a segue into topics that are completely unrelated to the matters at hand. it isn't remotely by the way, quite a ways out of the way in fact. a little adventure

the worst part of "you'll understand when you're older" is that you really do understand when you're older

compilation

constantly switching between being horny as fuck and not feeling anything at all

This is one of the funniest things I've found on tumblr and I've seen some shit

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

— Fiona Apple

It took a lot for me to mature enough to accept a lot of the time you just don’t get closure like ill never understand why certain things happened or ever receive an apology or talk to certain people again or know the answers to questions I can’t ask and people die or leave or drift away sometimes and there’s no answer. and this is actually starting to sound like some doomer shit but im not joking when i say it actually became way easier to move on with my life when I accepted sometimes things will just be left wrong and can’t be made right and there’s no point in wasting any more of my time on it

“I don’t want to be a burden” you’re more like a relief, a gift, a blessing actually

24 things i learned in 2024:

Take myself out for coffee dates, no excuses needed.

Call out passive-aggressive behavior instead of brushing it off.

Wear the outfit that makes me feel powerful, even on random Tuesdays.

Find joy in deleting unnecessary messages and chats.

Learn to say “that’s not my responsibility” without feeling guilty.

Let my phone die sometimes—it’s okay not to be reachable.

Laugh out loud when something is actually funny, no holding back.

Create a playlist of songs that remind me who I am.

Spend a whole afternoon doing absolutely nothing, and love it.

Take compliments without adding “but.”

Tell someone when they inspire me, even if it feels awkward.

Choose solitude over shallow conversations.

Quit explaining why I need space—it’s just a need, not a negotiation.

Take the scenic route, even if it takes longer.

Start a quirky tradition just for myself (midnight pancakes? yes).

Smile at my reflection every time I catch it, even if it feels silly.

Trust the timing of my journey—everything will unfold exactly when it’s meant to.

Celebrate the smallest progress, because it all counts.

Keep my heart gentle, even when the world feels sharp.

Show kindness, but not at the cost of my own peace.

Say “no” and let it be a complete sentence.

Forgive—not to forget, but to free myself from carrying the weight.

Rest because I deserve it, not just because I’m burnt out.

Start over as many times as I need—there’s no shame in beginning again.

a compilation by @areeejtahir <3

a poem about stillness.

the end and the beginning - wisława szymborska tr. joanna trzeciak

(person with normal hobbies and interests voice) hey do you guys wanna see some good screenshots from my screenshots folder

happy i guess i'm disappointed that you didn't 'merry christmas' your way back into my life and i get that there's still new years but by new years i'll be a very different person so you've really only got like a five day gap before i definitely can't tolerate your bullshit anymore because i swore that i'd be a non bullshit tolerating kind of girl season to all who celebrate

“I hope you all find yourselves sleeping with someone you love, maybe not all of the time, but a lot of the time. The touch of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope you like your work, I hope there’s mystery and poetry in your life — not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often these patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again.”

— Eileen Myles, “Universal Cycle.” The Importance of Being Iceland. (via llleighsmith)

embraces (melt into me)

joseph lorusso, nicoletta tomas, malcolm liepke, joseph lorusso, ron hicks, peter wever, joseph lorusso, colley whisson

yeah well. I'll jump off that bridge when I come to it.

Um…those who do not move cannot feel their chains tbh….

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; entry no. 102

Preach I guess

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

May Sarton, The House by the Sea