Micah Nemerever, "These Violent Delights"

I forgot to say that in addition to not being a mother, you might just be alone. Sit with that. Think of those joys, the form of solo waltz you will dance around your bed quilt, the trance of your morning drift, how you will learn to make dinner just for one mouth, how you will learn to feed only yourself and how it will not be sad at all.

— Megan Fernandes, from “Regret Is a Blue Dive,” Good Boys

december is so much harder than we like to admit

our moods are as gray as the skies above us counting down the days until we feel something — anything — other than bitter and blue yet, we act as though these early nights don’t bring us down until we’re in bed at six pm or our smiles really are as bright as the christmas lights in our neighborhoods we pretend that everything is as wonderful as the time of the year when in reality, sometimes, it’s anything but sometimes, we aren’t cheerful we aren’t up for celebrating we aren’t enjoying the days as much as we’re enduring them and that’s okay after all, december is so much harder than we like to admit

this is not a poem as much as it is a reminder that it’s okay if today feels just like another day and not the special event everyone makes it out to be it’s okay if you have to search for festive feelings and it’s okay if you turn up finding nothing sometimes we can’t force it, or fake it til we make it sometimes we have to just let ourselves feel what we feel instead of pretending because pretending is so exhausting and if there’s anything you should do right now, it’s rest release the weight of this past year off of your shoulders and allow yourself to just exist without the pressure of being merry if there’s one gift you deserve it’s the freedom to feel however you feel

you can’t heal in the same environment that made you sick.

Art by Mad Dog Jones

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half of tumblr wants to fuck, the other half wants to die

some of us want to do both

LETS FUCK(ING DIEE)

this is genuinely too accurate