Talking To Strangers Makes Me Feel So Good. Like Yes I Know We Won't Ever Meet Again But I Still Want
Talking to strangers makes me feel so good. Like yes i know we won't ever meet again but i still want to listen to you complain about the weather. i still want to listen to you talk about that person you hate and can't stop cribbing about. i still want to listen to you talk about how plants photosynthesise
More Posts from Livingcorpsesstuff and Others
men are so awful. reblog this if ur a girl with brown eyes
You know, actually, it's not that I need to be in a relationship for my life to be complete or have meaning. It's that I have been forced to deny myself access to an entire portion of myself in order to survive in this world. I am meant to love and I have an immense capacity for love. It comes very easily to me, but I have never really had an opportunity to experience it fully in a healthy way.
I've had glimpses of it and I know that finding someone who can not only handle how I love, but wants and welcomes it, means I also get to experience myself without restriction. It's the one mask I've never been able to remove in a life filled with masks.
May Sarton, The House by the Sea
does anyone know about the yearning & the wanting
constantly switching between being horny as fuck and not feeling anything at all
Persian wool rugs
24 things i learned in 2024:
Take myself out for coffee dates, no excuses needed.
Call out passive-aggressive behavior instead of brushing it off.
Wear the outfit that makes me feel powerful, even on random Tuesdays.
Find joy in deleting unnecessary messages and chats.
Learn to say “that’s not my responsibility” without feeling guilty.
Let my phone die sometimes—it’s okay not to be reachable.
Laugh out loud when something is actually funny, no holding back.
Create a playlist of songs that remind me who I am.
Spend a whole afternoon doing absolutely nothing, and love it.
Take compliments without adding “but.”
Tell someone when they inspire me, even if it feels awkward.
Choose solitude over shallow conversations.
Quit explaining why I need space—it’s just a need, not a negotiation.
Take the scenic route, even if it takes longer.
Start a quirky tradition just for myself (midnight pancakes? yes).
Smile at my reflection every time I catch it, even if it feels silly.
Trust the timing of my journey—everything will unfold exactly when it’s meant to.
Celebrate the smallest progress, because it all counts.
Keep my heart gentle, even when the world feels sharp.
Show kindness, but not at the cost of my own peace.
Say “no” and let it be a complete sentence.
Forgive—not to forget, but to free myself from carrying the weight.
Rest because I deserve it, not just because I’m burnt out.
Start over as many times as I need—there’s no shame in beginning again.
a compilation by @areeejtahir <3
Ernest Hemingway // Unknown
