Mewnited States

Oh no this has altered my brain chemistry - how did I never see the similarities before

one time we were listening to fleetwood mac in the car and my sister who was probably 4 at the time asked, without being prompted, “can girls marry girls?” and THAT is the power of stevie nicks

"It's just a TV show" maybe to you. I absorbed it into my soul though.

fuffy really has everything. they're the chosen two. shadow selves. narrative foils. strangers to friends to enemies to exes/reluctant allies (to the lovers they become in my head post-chosen). she tries to fuck all her boyfriends. she's jealous of her. she wants to be her. she wants to have her. she chains her to a wall. she pins her against that same wall. they exchange forehead kisses. they have homoerotic fight scenes. she handcuffs them together in the middle of one. they share dreams ("is this your mind or mine?"). they've swapped bodies. they're the only ones who could ever understand each other. they hated each other, but they never stopped loving each other. She even stabs her

the thing about having a job is i just don’t want to do it. Sorry

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

"how did you get into writing" girl i've been tormented by the visions since i was eight years old

giant redwood trees really are so cool, they just have something incredibly special going on. it's hard to describe if you haven't seen them

a certain je ne sequoia, if you will

probably gonna do something normal like swap bodies with the girl i hate but then fall in love with her again when im her and then hate myself for taking her away from the people she loves who need her and hate myself that i couldn't be one of the people she loves because i need her and ive always needed her and in a way she needed me but i fucked it up. then ill surrender so i can begin to live up to the name we share so i can be worthy. or like do my laundry tbh