shook, not stirred

I’m a simple girl, is it too much to ask for a broody handsome suitor to stroll across a field, in the morning fog at dawn, to tell me that I’ve bewitched them body and soul, and that they love me and never wish to be parted from me from that day on.

Someday I will have my own place. My world won’t be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that.

sometimes i’m like “i should buy some orange juice! i love it i don’t know why i never have it in the house” and then i get some and i remember it’s because some kind of dormant Scurvy Prevention Instinct activates within me like a sleeper agent trained to seek and destroy, except it’s just me standing in front of the open fridge at two in the morning chugging juice straight out of the carton like a crazed citrus gremlin 

When I’m reincarnated, I want to come back as a bookstore cat.

i don’t mean to be political, but what if everyone had basic human rights

What is it about christmas that just sends me into a baking frenzy

I’m just like [blacks out and bakes 50 shortbread cats]

as an aside, no matter how much you enjoy makeup, I highly recommend learning to be comfortable without it. you can only reframe coerced behavior as empowering for so long before it begins to wear on you.

im soft, sleepy, n snuggly…….truly the full package