And I am out with lanterns looking for myself.

side-tummy sleeping with one leg curled up and the other straight out is top tier sleeping and you can’t change my mind.

Tumblr is not a social media site, it is a mid-20s crisis center at this point

i really love the phrase “with all due respect” because it doesn’t specify how much respect is due. could be none. bitch.

what they don’t tell you about uncluttering your countertops/tables/general spaces is you’ll think it’s dumb as hell & allow it to all pile up because the idea of organizing and removing shit is daunting but once you do it and step back and See how things look without clutter you will feel as though you just snorted a line.

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

i should be allowed to kill myself when im on my period and then come back to life later

"this too shall pass" well can it fucking get on with it

“MAYBE IT’S NOT MY WEEKEND, BUT IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR” I scream at 12 am with tears streaming down my face and a bottle of champagne in my hand. it has not been my year yet. it’s not even a weekend today is Thursday