the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.
can't believe that pompeii by bastille is over ten years old now. but I guess if you close your eyes it does almost feel like nothing changed at all
Full fathom five thy father lies; of his bones are corals made; those are the pearls that were his eyes, from Shakespeare's The Tempest by Edmund Dulac (1908)
Alessandro Amoruso art
one day i will wake up and i will get out of bed straightaway and i will make breakfast (and eat it) and i will journal and do yoga and clean while listening to music and bake and dance and love and love and love and go to work in a job i love and come home to the house i love that i share with the one i love and it will smell so much like love that it will make people sick and i will write letters to my friends with little mementos in and i will stargaze and i will watch my favourite movies in a pillow fort with hot chocolate and snacks on a rainy day and i will jump in puddles and shout back to thunder and howl and the moon and i will live.
one day.
rise n shine
JustinO’neal art
hello euphoria - turnover
if you wanna chit chat ima be more active on pixiesnpineapples xo
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'98 baby, she/her. ur fave pagan goth bitch. a lil dramatic. my body's not a graveyard. ask me stuff, i dont bite
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