how big, how blue, how beautiful

i hate when people call me on the phone like this is for my mom only....

parents are so crazy because they can say the most fucked up shit to you when your brain is forming and it sets the tone for your whole adult mind set and then they forget about it the next day

Lately I don’t let other peoples opinions bother me too much and I think a lot about that quote byJenny Slate that goes ‘As the image of myself becomes sharper in my brain and more precious, I feel less afraid someone else will erase me by denying me love’

no tv show will ever be sharp objects

i resent the dominance of The Car in america but access to cars allows for a really fun and exciting emotion called ‘being insane alone in your car’