#4.9.19

[swagnairethoughts]

Build a team so strong u don’t know who the boss is

4.9.19 1:11pm

[elceeu2morrow]

New date, April 12, 2019 at 11:30

[edo-vivendum]

This is my body, existing.

I'm so much bigger than I used to be, and I'm trying to just exist like this. Nobody I pass on the street cares. I repeat—nobody cares. The people that do care, the people that should care, they are happy. They see health and commitment to life.

I may question it. I may wonder, "do my arms look too big in this shirt?" and, "how did I let myself gain so much?" But what have I done? I have fed myself consistently and given myself the occasional treat. Nothing I have done has been outrageous. I'm not out of control. This is my body, existing.

In the moments where I feel disgust and fear, I must ask myself, why am I not allowed to exist? Because I see bodies everyday bigger and smaller than mine, and I don't question anyone else's physical existence. So is it my body, or is it something deeper?

This is my body, and this is me. I don't need to change to please the dissentful voices. I am allowed to exist.

[smileand-carryon]

Le piccole attenzioni.

I piccoli gesti.

I dettagli.

Alla fine sono queste le cose importanti.

Sono queste le "grandi cose".

Sono queste le cose che fanno sorridere e star bene.

@smileand-carryon

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

Trying not to hyperventilate rn

[lightningfilledsaber]

Rolling Girl

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[devonjwerkheiser]

devonwerkharder “What’s your favorite song right now? ••• 📸 by @latesundayafternoon“

[ask-badlydrawn-russia]

[[ I imported an image for a color reference and it looks like Ivan is terrified of himself ajxbsjxsjsbsb ]]

[i-love-flyleaf-and-lacey]

Happy birthday Lacey!

[avi-arts]

Day 824:

4.9.19

My hands hurt....

[swagnairethoughts]

Grow thru wat u go thru

4.9.19 3:15am

[missinvisibleandco]

"It's Saying 'Springtime'"

(4.9.19)

[opheliarot]

we kneel at the water’s edge and tempt it to rise, testing the murk with our fingertips. the mud beneath my heels slides along the riverbank, a game of unsure footing – when you stand the shifting weight gives the shore its upper-hand and the dark waters take me.

on my back i descend and the sunlight filters through mud and moss, jetsam of green and brown in the wide unblinking blue of my eyes. i open my mouth and inhale, sucking swamp into my lungs – you could raise the sand if you wanted, but instead i find home below in the riverbed.

don’t pull me out – leave me to crawl along beneath the surface, gnawing on lichen, a vision in muddy waters.

[edo-vivendum]

Google maps thinks it's smarter for me to wait until the 4:21 bus (it's currently noon) than for me to walk 38 minutes home.?????????????????????

Not to mention there are literally busses every hour.. So idk why it's having me skip the 12,1,2,&3 busses. The logic is so flawed. But yanno. I'm smarter than Google maps. I'm on a noon bus.

[letusbebitter]

history lesson

i was a different person once

in between the blowing wind and the wild flowers and the sycamore trees

i go back to her sometimes

check her pulse, brush her hair

watch her get lost along the tall grass and pray she always comes back

though i know she never wants to

she lets the moon’s reflection bouncing off the river act as her trail guide home

no, i do not believe in love, but i think i could love her

[you-are-my-neverland]

//it’s blooming season//