riding on the wind..

Lately everything that happens feels like it was engineered in a lab to drive us all insane

the september wind that makes you nostalgic for stupid things has been blowing through the city. watch out

i love being up early but i love being up late. and i love getting lots of sleep. what now.

swallowed my feelings and gagged a little

i love how we pick up habits and phrases and songs from people we love and it sticks with us for so long it becomes a piece of us making us a museum of all the people we've ever loved

you can’t believe what you think about yourself after sundown and you can’t believe what you think about yourself on your period and you can’t believe what you think about yourself when you’re hungry and you can’t believe what you think about yourself when you’re tired, the only time you can believe what you think about yourself is the split second after you’ve made someone laugh but only if it’s something other than “i should be a standup comedian”

the introvert urge to say “no worries either way” when you’re actually worrying both ways plus a secret third way

ppl who don’t notice the moon bother me

girls will have one (1) good day when they convince themselves they've never been unwell in their life and the next day the horrors will return

i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!