the girl with the cinderblock garden

"are you okay?" no bitch i'm drinking coffee from a wine glass for drama while reading poetry

I love watching men in physical pain but not in a sadistic way like I hate it but also I love it bc it’s hot. I kind of admire it too actually

i love when you reach for your phone and the person you’re thinking abt texts as soon as u pick it up, or like when you both say the same thing at the same time, or when u say something and someone goes “i knew you were gonna say that” or like when the inverse happens where someone says something that you knew they were gonna say bc you just KNOW them

do you ever get second hand happiness like someone is happy so you’re happy bc they’re happy

nostalgia is a liar. nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. there’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. don’t trust nostalgia. grieve. reflect. move on.

I low key wish I was pretty. Like really pretty. Like gorgeous. The kind of good looks that have everyone wanting to know who you are and where you came from and wondering how you ended up in the same space as them.

It’s okay to wake up one day and be a different person. You don’t owe anyone an explanation. You don’t owe anyone anything. Be who you want to be. Every day is a good day to start over.

when you’re out at a restaurant or a coffee shop or a target or whatever with your friends and you overhear/eavesdrop the same snippet of some stranger’s conversation, and you look at each other for a second to check that you both heard this stranger say the same weird/funny/baffling thing and just break out in knowing grins and quiet laughter... that’s a love language