be groovy or leave man

fuck I left mine in the jar by the door

*me reading a text I sent yesterday about my feelings*: who’s this

I went to see my doctor today and the first thing she said to me was “you know you have a mullet, right?”... I do but thank you for the swift diagnosis

Great news this morning I had my first appointment with my therapist since quarantine hit and he said the exact same thing in the exact same way

*experiences romance once* augh… my delicate constitution… *develops consumptive fever and falls into a coma*

I wanna be the weird lady who lives in a small house and grows lavender and wears sundresses with straw hats and always has a book to recommend

@bonchofthebog and I after a particularly fucked up mission.