i don’t think i was meant to be a person. i think i was meant to be a small mushroom growing on a decomposing log deep in the forest. i think that would be ideal. 

when i’m an old lady i want to be one of those women that has a house full of potted plants & weird rocks & crystals with a cluttered garden that just looks after her animals & paints & minds her own business with her crazy hair. And i’ll go visit my friends to have tea & they’ll be happy too

I love a lowkey vibe. Nobody knowing shit about us, but us.

enemies to lovers romance between me and myself

my secret to being super cute is having abandonment issues

Everybody shut up I’m sinking into a daydream universe where I’m loved and nothing is wrong

everything’s different now.

repeat after me: trauma does not make people good or kind. trauma makes people scared and angry and sick and wounded.