Ash ❤️

poetryofmuses:

“what do you do for a living?” Oh I am a professional hopeless romantic and I read books and cry in my free time.

disgustinggf:

getting better but also becoming worse. u wouldn’t get it

As a fellow person in their twenties, you good?

Anonymous

sketiana:

i wish i could float in a river face down for seventy kilometers and not drown

horrorfilmgifs:

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The Lost Boys (1987)

scarymovies101:

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Halloween (1978)

scarymovies101:

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The Evil Dead (1981)

marypickfords:

We’re All Going to the World’s Fair (Jane Schoenbrun, 2021)

orwellsunderpants:

i understand that life has its setbacks but why do they have to happen every other week

It’s sad that I have resulted to tumblr to let out how I feel about life. I feel like there’s nobody to confide in but myself however that drives me mad just as much. Why everyday must I be so sad? So unhappy? I don’t know how to feel better. How to live better. How to live for myself. But I am losing it. I would rather disappear at this point in time. I don’t want to work at this job, I don’t want to wake up and dread my life everyday, I just want to be happy. Ugh…

feral-ballad:

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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Eat”

[Text ID: “I am trying to stop doing / things that don’t make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]