music stim things:

• bouncin on ur toes bc u cant dance but u Also cant Not Dance

• systematic tapping ur fingers and hands like ur really the song mixer and this is a launchpad video

• my Hands…………………. The Conductor

• i wasnt thinking the right thought at the right time when the song did the thing now i gotta start it all over

• my tongue got tired from secretly singing along Inside My Mouth

• im so full of emotions now??? just from hearing this one really good note??? my chest feels like really happy balloon now AaaaAAAAAA???

• when u got ur headphones in and it hits the Good Frequency™ and everything is just Fantastic

can we start practicing self love that doesn’t focus so much on looks? like sure feeling beautiful is nice but you know what? you got a kickass personality too! you know that little quirk that you’re sure is annoying? it’s endearing as hell and when you laugh you literally embody sunshine like you don’t have to constantly tell yourself you’re pretty if you can’t believe it because in the end that’s not the most special thing about you. learning to love your insides is just as hard as the outside. vanity isn’t the be all and end all of self love you can be a lil ugly and still love yourself

Lorde’s new album is so relatable and I 100% get what she means when she says it’s about being alone… Like once again her music has left me with this deep mixture of melancholy and nostalgia that I usually only experience when I’m at a party and standing alone in the bathroom while the music blares in the distance and I’m staring at myself in the mirror and feel raw and exposed.

i once fell in love with a boy in my poetry class because he had blue eyes and was kind to someone, just once, and i liked that a lot. when we kissed in the back of his car he told me broken girls were the best kind. he still writes about me, sometimes, and i pretend he’s not writing about me, and he pretends the same thing. in his poems i am a mystery, a queen, an avenging angel who walked away and left no garden unburned.

in my book he never held back my hair when i was throwing up. once when i asked him what we were he said “a boy and a wolf.” i said i don’t feel like running anymore. he said that he loved that i was made to sink, to set teeth to skin. i said “i’m trying to be good” and he said he loved the failure in my trying.

in his words i’m a mountain, spread legs, an island. in mine i’m a girl who goes to get groceries and thinks he liked the sound of my name but never stopped to ask the meaning.


hc that Preston and Nerf’s egg never ran away but rather… Jasper was watching all this unfold from afar and decided that now was as good a time as any for ghostly intervention