far away

learning that constantly thinking about and analyzing and interpreting my traumas isn’t actually healing . and don’t get me wrong its made me a very effective communicator and emotionally intelligent person. but actually im supposed to be moving on and experiencing new things and happiness and stuff and not just compulsively reliving and recontextualizing the past. oops!

hamlet’s “i did love you once” and ophelia’s “indeed, my lord, you did make me believe so” is such an underrated gut punch. it’s betrayal it’s heartbreak it’s vulnerability it’s so over. truly no one is doing it like shakespeare

But the spike pit adds so much personality to the living room☹️

have you reopened the wound? will you reopen the wound? when will you reopen the wound?

my hoes are 200 years old

i was playing b52s at work and this old guy i was ringing up goes "this band was out to friggin lunch"