People Who Are Younger Than You But Taller

bubbles

whenever I get angry or upset or I just need a break I like to sit on my front porch and blow bubbles. It helps me take deep breaths and I like to imagine the negitivity blowing away.

reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.

whenever I loose something or someone I know lost something, I always say it'll turn up. It almost always turns up.

I wanted to share how it happens I guess. So I think of the thing that's gone, I see it in my mind, and I say it'll turn up. You have to really mean it when you say it.

Find me among the trees and the crows shoveling dry pasta and leaves into my mouth

my fair hatey , pick your chin up

it ok to not be ready

recently I've been watching legends of avantris, specifically once upon a witchlight, and I have a headcanon that witchlight smells kinda floral. Like bleach and roses or something.

dont even come at me with ur Nazi oc. What happened to the Jewish people was horrendous and unforgivable. Do not make history repeat itself, we don't need that now, we didn't need it then or in the future.

reblog this if you’re jewish or your blog is a safe space for jewish people

in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.

ahaha hyperfixation go brrr

Growing up

Sometimes I get sad because I'm outgrowing my past interests, and in doing so, old friends. I know I'm not a bad person for doing this. I just feel sad because I have a hard time letting things go. I guess this is both the curse and blessing of growing up. Sometimes outgrowing someone is for the best, like when they keep asking if you're straight yet. They were a good friend, just not the best for me. Or maybe they were your best friend, the healthiest friend you've ever had, but you just grew apart. Consider that character development, you are the main character of your own story after all.

Back to old interests, it served me a lot of joy. I by no means am the kind of person to decide an items wort based on how much joy it gave me, but if I try to hang on to something I used to love, it just feels hollow and eventually suffocating.

What I'm trying to say is, it's ok to let things go. It ok to outgrow people. It's ok to change. After all, the moon changes every night, and we still think it is beautiful.