My Edit | Original 

You're in her Dm's. I'm in her daydream fantasies of domestic houselife. We are not the same.

Sir, that’s my emotional support nightstand water bottle.

due to personal reasons i will be letting moss grow on me

due to circumstances that i will not elaborate on i shall be getting lost in the moss

Witchcraft? More like spiritual DIY.

He wakes up before me and let’s me rest, never asking for anything from me only what I’d like for breakfast. That’s a gentle kind of love

titties out. aphrodite worshipped. 

how the fuck do yall relax in the presence of another human……how 2 stop performing 

i dont need to go clubbing anymore i just go to the local grocery store that plays 80s music and stand there

i know i say this all the time but those old guys with candles and night caps and pajamas knew exactly what the hell was going down

you know, life doesn’t have to be competitive. you don’t have to get in the very best university; you don’t have to get the highest paying career there is. you don’t need to compare and compete with everyone else in the world. you need to do what’s right for you. you need to relax, take a breath, and say ‘what do i want, for myself, to live as i want to’. and, if that involves high ambitions, then that’s fine. because you chose those ambitions on what you desire as an individual, and not on what is expected in order to succeed. let’s be ourselves this year.

I’m just a mushroom in an open field and god is a 6 year old boy booting me into orbit

You make me feel like I am whole again

I love you

Doggy no

wakey wakey eggs and

responsibilities