rahabq:

sacred-portal:

littlefangs:

crawling out of august covered in blood

creepymutelilbugger:

squeakitties:

cloth gown gridlock

coldstonedreamery:

weltenwellen:

Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

lanaknowsitried0:

nrmnas:

I just wanna die

sandalwooddreams:

zegalba:

Gab Bois: Film Collection (2022)

inloveforevr:

inloveforevr:

Self improvement is great but ultimately? you have to accept your self. Yes you can eat better, exercise more, read more, set boundaries, love your self, but it all comes down to this. Some days you won’t have the energy to do any of these things. And you’ll look in the mirror and think that this is not enough. That’s a lie. The biggest love for self is to live slowly. To rest. To really rest. Have a nap. Eat what makes you feel good. Read if you want to. Embrace yourself and accept that you cannot and will not be ever be perfect. Accept that you are good enough. You don’t need to keep busy all the time. you don’t need to go out all the time and post on instagram. You don’t need to journal if you don’t want to. You don’t need to make art if you don’t want to. Breathe, give yourself grace and compassion. Give yourself the love and tenderness you so badly need. Be gentle with yourself. You are trying and it is good enough. You are good enough.

A beautiful poem that illustrates my point

metamorphesque:

ALT

— Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”