she’s not a saint and she’s not what you think. she’s a mattress

Something I love about Tumblr is having over a thousand followers and yet absolutely zero activity when I make a post. Thank you everybody for ignoring me 🙏🙏 allow my sillyness to slip into the silent succulent dark

Happy Superbowl

i never left this website but in like a hotel california kind of way

the two quarterbacks will ceremoniously kiss at the end of the game to signify the end of the superbowl and the beginning of valentine's day

mental illness made me so desperate for joy that i forgot it was this simple… feeling the ocean against your skin… a really good guitar riff… sun on your back… holding the door for a stranger… a cold shower on a hot day…….. the world is like a cradle and i am just a little baby. eyes wide open there is so much to see

Can’t risk it

The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.

I like to fuck around and waste time for at least ~6-10 hours per day, and let me tell you, that really puts some pressure on your schedule. you have no idea how busy I am

— So don’t judge me, Lizzie. Don’t you dare judge me.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) dir. Joe Wright

making friends as an adult is the worst, I just want to know people already. no meet only know

I can’t find it on tumblr and IT CHRISMAS GOD DAMMIT.

MERR CHRISMAS.

tumblr live and the idea of instant comm here cracks me up bc I know the demographic here is women who don’t respond quickly to texts even though they long to escape their loneliness and experience sincere life long connection and so stew for days upon weeks in their inability to say “not much, how are you!” To a “what are you up to” text. Live feed for this userbase indeed……

Me posting on tumblr:

Home Alone (1990) dir. Chris Columbus