I am feeling better.

It’s over and i can’t move on... but thank you for SU

Medusa with the head of Perseus by Luciano Garbati

This is the Lucky Ace. Reblog to recieve a wad of cash that is oddly specific to your current needs.

I reblogged this shit two days ago y’all… what kinda sorcery is this. Oddly specific too …. I’ll take it tho 🤯

I think I did it wrong

Uh I reblogged this like 3 days ago and I start my new job on Monday??? Like idk how you accidentally find a job but I did.

I need to get paid asap so pls ace help

I GOT PAID I GOT PAID!!!!!! MUCH MORE THAN I EXPECTED AAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU ACE

I legit have a specific amount i want in my head rn it better come true 😭

I ALSO HAVE A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF MONEY I WOULD LIKE TO ACQUIRE, PLEASE HELP

This has worked before, so why not again?

I could really use a miracle. So why not

im super broke let’s see some magic people.

I mean I have £400 to last me 6 months I need some dosh

Is like the first year in my life that i'm gonna get a job plz give me luck

Friend: Hey want to watch this sappy romance movie? 

Me: 

Friend: It’s gay. 

Me: 

when lizzo said "self love is survival" and when hannah gadsby said "do you understand what self-deprecation means when it comes from somebody who already exists in the margins? it’s not humility. it’s humiliation" and when mitski said "i used to rebel by destroying myself, but realized that’s awfully convenient to the world. for some of us our best revolt is self preservation"

“Entonces lloré por ella y por mí, y recé de todo corazón para no encontrarme con ella nunca más en mis días…" 

-Gabriel Garcia Márquez.

i look in the mirror, i lose my mind a little, i cry on public transport, i walk through a fluorescent supermarket, i have slow and confusing dreams at night. you know how it is

Jodie Foster, 1984

Jodie Foster looking exactly how I desperately wanted to look in 1984 (except I was fat and my hair was way too kinky for that hotness…sad trombone).

it’s been such a long time, it’s time you came back to me

the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.

Sylvia Plath, September 1950 journal entry