Paraphernalia.

i NEED to sit by the SEA and FORGET that i’m ALIVE

i want to fight myself

i like how space doesn’t care about me. it’s impossible to disappoint the sun

I contain multitudes. Bitch

Either propose to me in a fog-covered field at dawn after your most disagreeable aunt has barged into my family’s estate in the middle of the night to very loudly express her poor opinion of me, and to put to rest the wild rumors of our engagement or dont even bother

W. O. W.

This feels invasive 

When you thought it would be easy peasy lemon squeezy but it turns out to be difficult difficult lemon difficult.

anyone else having a…hmm. what’s the word? Really Shit Time? 

did u know: according to scientists, in October the mitochondria turns into the frightochondria and becomes the haunted house of the cell