the poem ends, soft as it began—

i left a poem out over night. one hundred lovesick beetles and ants in the kitchen

you should care about kids because they’re people, btw. not because they’re “future adults” but because they are people right now and they deserve to be treated like people.

IDENTITY EMERGES ORGANICALLY FROM ACTION

IF YOU DONT DO ANYTHING YOU ARENT ANYONE. SORRY

not even allowed to push someone now in this perfect world sorry to all the perfect brothers and sisters out there

i wear my heart on my blog

yes teenage girls can be dramatic and wild but honestly have u ever even seen what happens when u tell a grown man ‘no’

idk i would personally rather give up access to certain products seasonally or locally than have people enslaved to give me the ability to have any product any place any time. i think i can go without tomatoes in january.

it feels so evil that you can't still access your university online library after you graduate *remembers my principles* it feels so evil that everyone can't access that stuff all the time

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

my foul demeanour and ill temper. my quarrelsome and disagreeable nature

this summer i am WRITING and PAINTING and READING and GETTING OFF OF MY EVIL IPHONE