queen of garbage™

“but what if it’s bad?” babe it is bad. that’s why we’re doing arts and crafts with it

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

i’m doing really well for someone who goes through the five stages of grief every day

identifying a maladaptive coping mechanism is so bitter sweet like that’s great now i know what i need to stop doing. but that’s literally my something

i wish i was a beautiful woman (remembers i am a beautiful woman) i wish i was a CONVENTIONALLY beautiful woman (remembers normative beauty is boring) i wish i had powers

unfortunately i could never be nonchalant because i am not well in the head and also my soul is on fire

Getting your face cradled by hands that kill>>>>>

A rest day isn't enough. I need one billion years alone in a crystal.

puttering around the house is an underrated form a self-care. make some tea or coffee. put on a podcast. sort the mail. tidy some pillows and fold some blankets. start the laundry. thaw some soup. just casually wander around aimlessly doing little things to make your space and life a little nicer. who cares if you get distracted or only do a little. you aren't being productive. you're puttering.

Did you guys know that this isn’t your grave and you can get out of this hole? I just found out