memoryslandscape:

“On such sunny, sad mornings I always feel in my bones that there is a chance yet of my not being excluded from Heaven, and that salvation may be granted to me despite the frozen mud and horror in my heart.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, from Pale Fire (Vintage International, 1989)

metamorphesque:

ALT

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Were You Not Always Distracted

itsays:

no i dont think women starving themselves and reconstructing their entire faces with makeup and plastic surgery is feminism and female empowerment

vixvigil:

“hey it could be worse” well i would like it not to be. how about that

soulmvtes:

january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn’t happening

bettyrightnow:

anxiety is so weird like why is my mental illness in my stomach

owlpellet:

just saw a post complaining about how hard it is to find adhd resources for adults and one of the comments said “tiktok has a lot of adhd tips” as if telling someone with adhd to enter the algorithmic quicksand of perpetual dopamine hits isn’t the most insane thing you could suggest for someone with adhd

stuckinapril:

this whole “never repeat outfits” shit is not working for me. i get attached to one oversized sweater and that’s all you’ll see me in for a week

freshpickle:

please be nice to me, i’m in my twenties. do you know what that does to a person

lionfloss:

via gronsky

librarycard:

does anyone understand

powerburial:

it was awesome being a kid worried about the environment. like oh they are cutting down too many trees, we have to work together and plant more :~) but these days its like its in the air its in the water its in my blood its in my blood its in my blood its in my blood