[Image description: a digital illustration of a white and yellow flowering weed growing through cracks in the pavement. Text reads “I had to be strong. I had no choice.” /end ID]
whatever i literally dont care 😎 <- cares so much that it feels like my organs are tearing themselves apart in my chest
sudden urge to burst into tears. im not a toddler i just agree with their beliefs
there is no such thing as a small joy. like mary oliver said, joy is not made to be a crumb
Bars used to be for sitting and talking. Now it's just a bunch of people on their phones or pretending to watch TV bc they are too coward (or maybe stupid) to interact with society on the simplest of levels




