Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit (tr. by Stuart Gilbert & Lionel Abel), 1947

can some romantic shit happen to me please

little bit from a longer piece of mine ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

Other people's emotions are deep and complex and beautiful but mine are proof that there is rot at the core of my being

I’m a simple human i see sunset and be instantly amazed every time

really just want to live a quiet life with quiet, genuine, humble people. not interested in loud people or dramatic situations. just want peace, and the sun, and tenderness, and warmth.

i love spring because the whole day feels like summer morning

literally like 95% of girls have stretch marks on their body and if you’re going to give them a hard time about them then you didn’t deserve to see her body in the first place

anything for my favorite girl (me)