pretty face with pretty bad dreams

ever since i was a little girl i knew fiction would save me

im like an older person but younger

my top hobbies are shame and embarrassment but i also occasionally dabble in envy

im like if a prey animal walked right into a predator animal's arms n nuzzled its shoulder n looked up at it with big adoring eyes

goo goo dolls if they were in dune: and i don’t want the worm to see me

i have the kind of melancholy that attracts me to large bodies of water.

having a hometown is such a fucked up concept. i grew up here so i do not want to stay here anymore. i miss it when i am away but once i am back i realise why i wanted to go away as far as possible from it. i am familiar with every corner of this place i did not realise when it slowly changed into something unrecognisable. i would probably like to be buried here but i'd rather die than live here