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Okay, so I was washing off my mascara and doing skincare- yada yada- , looked in the mirror and just thought: Wow I'm so lucky. Standing in my tiny bathroom, with depression kicking my ass, pimples temporarily/ barely under control and my hair a semi mess, ready to sleep and not give a fuck and I'm lucky? Today wasn't even an extremely good day or smth, just okay; Neither was I happy beyond belief, just somewhat on the content side of okay. Not a perfect moment but so fucking grateful out of nowhere. To be where I am - and I'm normally not all to happy with where I am. But having a place to feel content, doing something so unimportant as skincare with a good song playing in the background and people I like and cherish mere rooms away, I could just think of how a younger me would have wished for something like this seven years ago. A few years ago, idek. An idolised, somewhat perfected version sure, but not that far of from where I actually am. I am more often than not unsatisfied with my life but that moment of thought seems so immensely important to remember.
Sadly I will probably have forgotten that incredibly deep train of thought by tomorrow and go back to complaining but oh well, what can you do?
Just needed to get that out of my mind, cya
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Just went through my old pre-school art folders and DAMN was I good. I'd say "not to brag, but" - except I am. I absolutely am. I am too proud do 3-5 year old me to not brag about her. She's adorable, has the sweetest smile, is an exceptional artist and a cutie. And she can draw airplanes better than I can now.

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Trying some different ideas for the same sketch
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Not me finding inspo in a tissue box because I couldn't see clear without my glasses and with tears in my eyes and thought the twigs and berries kinda looked like a girl and wolf/fox thingy
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Not me at 12:30 am getting the intense urge to build a pillow fort so I pretend to ignore it and be a reasonable adult and sleep, just to absolutely not get up 15 min later and build a pillow fort in my bathroom because I have no chair and the bathroom is small enough to comfortably build one
#no sleeep#tired minds can sometimes be awesome#tired thoughts#pillow fort#no i did not care that the bathroom is probably not the greatest place dor a pillow fort#i got up 3 min later anyways bc it felt forced
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You ever lay awake at night and can't sleep so you think "hey the floor looks pretty cozy right now and lying on a hard surface once in a while will probably also do my back some good" and then you do it and you have never felt a more satisfying feeling, except it's a bit cold so you swaddle and cocoon yourself in your blanket and then... it's perfect
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Saw this frog the other day, no idea if it's a boy or a girl but his name is Lennard and I love him
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It's still so strange to me how apparently taboo it is to like a post on someone's Instagram from a month ago when there are posts still circulating on Tumblr from 1550 BCE
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honestly really sexy of tumblr to keep follower numbers private. how many people are following me? you'll never know unless I tell you. maybe it's a million, or a thousand, or five, or maybe it's just you. maybe you're the only one here, all by yourself, unable to see if there's anyone standing next to you.
and you'd never know, because status here is based on opinion and not numbers; how popular you think someone is is a vibes-only calculation, and besides the chronological algorithms-optional feed, it's genuinely the best thing tumblr's ever done.
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