Being On Tumblr Is Like Being A Raccoon. I Dig Through The Garbage For Shiny Things I Like. Sometimes

imagine your younger self, running up to you and giving you a hug

I want to live by the ocean but also in a forest but also in the mountains but also in a big city but also in the countryside , you feel me ?

she’s distant! she’s incoherent! she’s sensitive! she uses escapism as a coping mechanism! she’s me!!!

“Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.”

— Khalil Gibran

life has made me so quiet. i just wanna listen. no more talking, no more explaining, no more begging. silence.

Btw id prefer you people treat me like the stranger that I am and not elevate me to pseudo-friend just because you overhear my e-conversations and see my e-diary entries. Mutuals however are allowed to attack and kill me in multiple different manners, if they can catch me

when is it my turn to get the feminine urge to study for three hours straight

Coleen hoover should pay for my therapy