mysillylittlejournal

identity is something i only have when someone else needs to measure me. otherwise i dont exist with one. something like when an electron gets measured

locking in won't save you. self-discipline won't save you. you're trying to tidy up a house built on a fault line whose shifting is beyond your control. you know this already.

need a hozier song about the treacherous gruelling distance between waking up and my first cup of coffee for the day. only he could describe how I crawl on my hands and knees covered in blood and muck to finally grasp at my mug with shaking hands. if u even care

Love continues to be found in bread and in citrus fruits and cheese and spinach

I need to pull myself together in a very very very kind way

hey, I was just at "things got better" island and everyone there is talking about how excited they are to meet you

let’s see if this extra cup of coffee makes me good or evil

I want to be an evil wizard. but I keep choosing kindness

does anyone have advice