:/

will you just let me be silly for a sec. there's this dread so ancient in me

Thanks for hanging out with me! Was I cool? did you like me? What do you think of me in detail? Do you hate me?

so what if im doomed! so what! i can still have fun!

please don’t be mean to me i will literally be on my deathbed replaying it in my head asking myself why i’m such a unique annoyance to society

i am nothing if not an amalgamation of every inconvenient moment for which i was the cause

i feel like all i do is watch people and notice all the beautiful things about them and try to understand them fully and no one does that for me … sometimes i feel like i’m just a mirror to reflect people back to themselves. a vessel for love and that’s it… i make everyone else into poetry and no one else sees me the way i see them it’s so depressing

(yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist)

yearns for a past that does not exist anymore*

“I want a bf” “I want a gf” okay??? I want to let go of my past no matter how hurtful the memories might be??? I want love to define me rather than break me in my feverish attempts to seek it????? I want the ever shifting opinions of other people to no longer have such a chokehold on me?????

Peeing

Again with this

are you mad at me?

Knock it off

Huh, must've been the wind.

this fucks

obsessed with Her.

*makes a mistake* *nearly throws up about it*

girls live in a world where they are forced to work and there is no time to read every second of the day and a beverage does not cost one dollar. and they wonder why we’re insane

being a person in your 20s is like being 40 and being 16 at the same time. i am simultaneously too old and too young for this shit

holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror

horror of being perceived vs desire to be adored

dudes who are normal will be like im joker insane but women who have not felt real since they were seven will be like im average normal

i love weird barbie

when god closes a door you reach your little paws under it and go mrrwwaaaooow mmreeaaow