this is unrelated but after this i really hope there’s no such thing as “dressing weird” after this like. no more tryna look instagram perfect ever at all. like. all of us are changing our hair shaving our eyebrows and/or letting our leg hair grow out. like, karen… i spent over a month with only me myself and i for company do you think i give one iota of a fuck. i will wear a cloak to cvs. i will wear my old prom dress to chili’s. i am aware none of these items match and my makeup is wild on account of today’s theme being “neon spaghetti”. i’m just vibin, get on the train or go away 

Quarantine? The hoe that made pulp fiction?

growing up with depression really is just hardly remembering anything from before the age of ten huh?

Just me, her (the overwhelming loneliness) and the moon

Back in the 1800s you could just show up to a town and be like “I’m a wealthy prince” or “I’m a doctor” and no one checked if you were lying. I was born in the wrong time because in that madness I would thrive

Anna Delvey

when lorde said pretty girls dont know the things that i know and when lorde said i care for myself the way i used to care about you and when lorde said ill see the veins of my city like they do in space and when lorde said give the bruises out like gifts and when lorde said we were wild and fluorescent come home to my heart and when lorde said im locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me and when lorde said do you even wanna go free? let me in the ring ill show you what that big word means