is this real?

trust the timing of your life

being a jack of all trades master of none is actually so awesome bc i can make the shittest clay sculpture and the ugliest drawing and the sloppiest painting and the worst hand stitches and the wonkiest earrings and it's like. who cares + now im surrounded by lots of different silly things i made with love and care etc

My great uncle, who loved cooking and engineering and traveling and far too many other things, always used to say:

"Among the cooks, I am the best engineer, and among the engineers I am the best cook."

I love that. It's one of the things I try to live by.

It’s worth living for moments just like this one.  ©

Budapest, Hungary

what are your twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become

it's okay to start over. (and over, and over, and over)

i'm halfway through now and dying for the second time. forgive yourself for it. as many times as it takes.

what do they put in october and november that makes them the most ungodly mental breakdown psychosis inducing months imaginable. what are they storing in the orange leaves and generally grey drowsy atmosphere

how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down

Tumblr isn't even a website to me it's like if my diary was a groupchat

L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

8/8/22

the world as i knew it and loved it as a child is just not real anymore and idk how to cope with that

“you’re so pretty,” okay write poetry about me then.

reminder that this is a pro choice blog, because access to a medical procedure shouldn’t be a debate, and if you think otherwise, fuck off

fuck the supreme court of the united states of america.

you’re allowed to just exist this summer. you don’t have to glow up or feel the need to constantly be changing and progressing. you can just be.

— Unknown