No one fucks like an older woman consummated by her own ego

i am spending far too much time alone

i am not in the mood for transitional periods. and the hermit can fuck right off.

If it’s over forever God lend me a little bit of the gentleness she denies me… let me sleep at night, let me return to the rainforest, let me make a new friend in this strange place… I’ll try to hold onto the little things.

I’m supposed to feel fulfilled returning to myself, but it seems these days that’s all I do. I feel at home here, or at least as at home as a restless girl can. I want to answer to something, to someone else. To acquiesce to its call and make my return.

i asked her whether she’d let me say goodbye - she said “i don’t know… i don’t know what this is”then hung up.

currently in need an album that’s has the lyricism and themes of virgin by lorde and the anger of jagged little pill by alanis morisette