ahhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck once more. biting down on my lip right now with pure, fucking brutal force
currently in my phase of putting headphones on, completely blocking out the world, and listening to beach house
apparently i come with too much natural heat and zero talent for blending into the scenery. people just notice the spark before i even say anything
my throat was itching and aching on the right side all day yesterday, making me cough every two seconds. so i pulled out a jar of honey, started licking the spoon clean, and fuck, you know what? it actually worked
my friend drew me and it’s honestly so sweet that i even cross someone's mind enough for them to want to do that. it always warms my heart, even if im just rendered as a little stick figure character
didn't you know?people don't write about their feelings not just because 99% of it wouldn't comfort your soul in the slightest, quite the opposite, dreadfully so, but also because they simply don't know how to describe something that doesn't exist, something that just isn't there
i crave meeting someone new, changing my scenery, escaping into the woods again. the city is just too loud, nature is my only real temple
people never cease to amaze me. someone from my past hit me up solely to feed their own ego. i really don't have the energy for child's play anymore, a little bit of maturity isn't asking for much???


























