i miss my girlfriend (a middle aged man who lives in the tv)
all I'm saying is if I was someone's house cat I wouldn't be having these issues
Does he mean anything to you
And he DANCE DANCE DANCE.
Please remember to take your medicine. To stay hydrated and to eat something. Remember that you’re not a burden to others and that you always deserve to be listened to. Remember that it’s okay to take a step away from things that make you uncomfortable or overwhelmed. That it's okay to take a break from social media sometimes. It’s okay to be yourself. Remember that you’re not hard to love, and if anyone opposes that, they clearly don’t deserve your time. I promise everything will be okay, and remember, you’re never alone.
not enough secret gardens and hidden passageways and bookshelves that open to a mysterious library these days. get working on that girls.
me, having deeply fallen out of the practice of writing poetry: I can’t write any more, I am now a Talentless Hack
the voice of my 11th grade journalism/12th grade creative writing teacher who rly did know everything: if you stop writing for a while the words will build up and stagnate. to clear the water, you will have to open the dam completely, and accept the fact that what initially comes out will not be palatable
This. This is so true. Starting again is more important than what you actually write. You are rusty. You’ll build up momentum again. All you need to do is start.
dni: people who put "freaks" on their dni
please interact: the freaks
play with my hair till i fall asleep and my heart is yours
spotify will wait hungrily for you to misspell something very slightly and then it comes out with the music released from some other universe
monday afternoon baby we gettin it!!!!!
if you warch all this you get to belive
This is it. This is the funniest thing I have ever seen.
while you're here on this earth? make the most of it. catch those fireflies. drink that beer as you watch the sunset. watch the rain. write poetry about being caught in this human form for just a little while. watch the stars. remember: you ARE the stars.
they hate me for my girlish whimsy and for my pathological degree of avoidant behavior









