in the chelsea hotel

I hope July and the second half of this year are gentler on your spirit, kinder to you, good for your growth, and even better than the first half.

my latent uncle abilities

every year around late may, without fail, this post starts getting notes again . and my little wet raw chicken breast of a brain gets puzzled. because i forget that summer is , in fact. a yearly event

it’s never a normal temperature anymore it’s always some fucking bullshit

doomscrolling thru the weather app

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

did perfectionism ever truly protect you from harm or neglect as a child though. ultimately. Lol

[REALLY NORMAL AND WELL-ADJUSTED VOICE] well you never know maybe it COULD have saved me. if i ever actually achieved perfection. it could have happened then. if i was actually ever enough. Which i was not

everyday i mourn that my parents did not make me study five languages during my critical window of language acquisition (2 to 7 years)

I like when you click a link and it turns purple its like youre bruising it

tumblr is the website for if you're just someone's weird sister