DIVI FILIVS

and i’m still an emotional wreck from that dream i had

i really really don’t want to go outside today but i will. for milk.

i did some cleaning and i genuinely don’t know where my edibles went

find out what a person lies about and you will know who they are

i love everything fake. i love lies, deceptions, cheap imitations, the reality revealed by its obfuscation. it’s the urge to run away, transcend predestined form. they’re so utterly revealing. a lie traces the shadow where the truth once lay, details the planes of its face in the negative. a lie tells everything and more

i love those barbie-bratz-ass hyper-fem girls with the long nails and the caked on foundation and the lashes so big you can barely see their eyes. unsung heroes of alt fashion.

i am going to go home. and i’m going to make myself a stir fry. and it’s going to taste good. and i’ll actually eat it.

ed mentality and stomach issues mentality fighting a raging battle with hunger mentality to create a clusterfuck of indecision at this very moment right now

i can’t for the life of me tell which direction im dysphoric today