• girl help i’m starting over again for the 1000th time & i’m beginning to think that life is a never-ending cycle of starting over & i actually have to make peace with that in order to move forward

  • luthienne

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  • i simply need everyone to understand that i am tired all of the time. literally at all moments. if i ever go somewhere and do something, it is not because i am somehow full of energy, but instead that i have carefully stored up all of my little bits of energy like a dragon collecting jewels, and am now vaporizing them all at once

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  • "damn I'm crying over an insect" "why am I having such strong feelings over how the sky looks" "it's weird how happy this small thing made me feel" THAT'S BECAUSE YOU LIVE HERE!!!! you live on this earth. everything all the time is an experience, no matter how common or mundane. this world is unique. so are its small moments. it is good to enjoy a tiny thing. you love the world even at its smallest scale.

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  • "dont die" is my favorite thing to tell people when they say theyre gonna go do something. going to the store? dont die. going to the bathroom? don't die. going to Mars? don't die. going to write an email? don't die. driving to the gas station? don't die. it fits every situation except for maybe a funeral visitation because then i think thatd be a little bit rude

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  • livin’ thing (18+)

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    day 19/31 of the august writing challenge

    today’s word: hearts

    contains: steve x reader; gender unspecified reader; no genital descriptions for reader; shy/inexperienced reader; reassuring steve; hand holding during sex <3

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    You’re so overwhelmed by Steve. He’s big on top of you, hairy chest broad and settling against yours. You can smell his cologne and deodorant, the spearmint gum he’d been chewing. His breath is warm against your face and his cock - his cock. It’s so fat and buried inside of you that you can hardly breathe. Your eyes squeeze shut and you turn your head away from him as he fucks you.

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  • listen. aging into your thirties rocks. yes your joints get a little creaky. yes you can’t sleep in a pretzel on the floor anymore after a concert or a convention. and you lose some friends. but the thing is that you sort out who your real friends are and you sort out who you really are. and you get to see your friends settling into careers they like, and adopt new dogs and cats, and you find a job you can stand, and get really good at arts and crafts, and maybe that book you loved as a kid gets a movie deal and it doesn’t suck, and you learn to like new food and bake your own bread, and you realize that the great portfolio of self harm scars you all used to curate are going white with age and not updated, and half your friends are a different gender now and so much happier and maybe you are too, and you know who you are, and that it’s a journey and not a revelation. it’s a direction you’re headed, and you’re enjoying the trip.

    reaching your 30′s rocks. and i’m hearing good things about what comes next, too.

  • roach-works

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    i am looking into your eyes, i am holding your hand. i absolutely promise.

    if you can just live long enough, your soul will build your body into a home. you will live there and you will find a way to be at peace. it’s worth the time and it’s worth the work. i promise.

  • hubblegleeflower

    Your soul will build your body into a home.

  • celestialyearning

    i’m almost 40 and i’m still waiting on this. it’s happening for everyone else. but not me.

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