i love not saying anything. yayyy silence #MySilence

The biggest “your experiences are not universal” thing I feel is whenever anyone talks about the universality of girls planning their weddings since childhood because. Well. Not me. God bless

me: you literally have a disorder. this is symptoms

me: no perhaps my soul is rotten

see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.

I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

Ask yourself: what’s good about this moment right now? Is the sun out? Can you hear birds? Are you drinking coffee? Can you smell freshly cut grass? Is your bed soft and warm? These little things are oh so precious and yet seem so arbitrary.

uh oh i miss something i can’t name again. i want to go home to something that doesn’t exist again. does anyone have a gun

embarrassment has good bones

im not a cuck myself but i like observing their culture from the outside, like say, from a chair in the corner

touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know