list of things you are loved by no matter what
the moon
the stars
your favorite books
scented candles
fairy lights
cats on the street
the wind in the trees
old libraries
freshly made tea
freshly baked bread
soft music
i tried to make a digital journal, but i can’t i need a physical notebook. I need to feel the pages with my fingers, i need the smell and i need the sacred feeling of writing in a blank sheet of paper
i have been rearranged at a molecular level
So, my mom hates my dad’s side of the family, and my dad hates my mom’s side of the family. And now my grandma (which is really mean to my mom and my siblings and me) is going to be staying with us for a while and im gonna be living in hell.
Why can’t my dad put a limit and choose my mom? And god i hate this.
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
im in my teenage girl era where i have to use baggy clothes because i hate to see my body
sometimes im fine and the my dad arrives, tells me something that’ll hunt me for life and leaves. He won’t remember anything in an hour.
// I’m not a violent dog. I don’t know why I bite.
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Arthur and John with a side of the carnal canine poetic. This line from Isle of Dogs really resonated with me for them hehe. + Arthur is using a cane in this drawing and I need everyone to know because it’s my fav headcanon.
"there are only two sexes, it's literally third grade biology!" and pronouns are taught in kindergarten and you dont seem to understand those either
sometimes all you can do is just look at your dad like. what the fuck my guy. and then move on
“And then in the worst moment I hope there is someone holding my hand and say everything will be okay.”
— Thoughtkick