temperance

yakultesque:

stillgotscars:

happy salt air and the rust on your door month to all those who celebrate

mournfulroses:

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled “August,” featured in White Pine: Poems & Prose Poems

weltenwellen:

Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

I have never used Tumblr as an outlet for my own personal thoughts or problems. I have been on here since I was 14 and 9 years later here I am trying to understand the thoughts I am forced with during this quarantine. When I was 14, I don’t think I knew where I would be, let alone thought about my early 20′s. I had so many goals that I was going to achieve in 2020. They can still happen and there is nothing stopping them except this virus. I think they are still doable but I am running into a wall. I feel uninspired, unmotivated and feel as though my light at the end of the tunnel is shrinking. For so many months I had everything figured out and so many hopes for my future. Now I am unsure what the world will like when we are out of this. What is my world going to look like? For the longest time the world was my oyster. Maybe I wasted too much time looking into my future and forgot to appreciate my present. Life is crazy. I know that it isn’t really some deep, profound statement, but with the world turning upside down in the blink of an eye, life is crazy dude. My world is so small in comparison to the bigger picture, but I don’t want to succumb to my disappointment. One day we will be in our children’s history books and they will ask us about our boredom. But I hope they see that the boredom didn’t compare to the sudden death of our dreams. 

eatingisfab:

I’m too romantic and unrealistic