Breezy

i hate when people ask me what sign i am like bitch i’m a sign from god. start running.

im not one to gatekeep anything but sometimes in my writing classes i begin to believe maybe you do need to be a little miserable or fucked up to be a good writer. i had to edit some guys personal essay that was supposed to be about overcoming struggle and he wrote about the stock market crash this year and how it effected his discord server

my blog really is a canvas of all the things i crave in life

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bitches be like “I wanna wake up in a strange forest where everything seems like a dream” as if they don’t already have a complicated relationship with reality

do you ever want to check up on someone but it’s just not ur place anymore

Is this me? Is this my illness? Am I actually ill? Am I just a bad person? Is this just who I am? Am I just an attention seeker? Is this real? What’s going on? I’m so confused.

my fav conspiracy theory is that everything will turn out ok eventually