i will never get over the way time and the environment behaved so differently when i was a kid. a saturday afternoon felt so vast and long. i could get absorbed into the colours and atmosphere of a tv show. even the food was better. even the air

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

i was so fucking sad when i was 14 and now when i fold my laundry or see a pool of moonlight on the floor of my bedroom i know that miracles exist. i see love in everything. love sees everything in me too

unstoppable force (thinking younger me would hate the way I turned out) vs immovable object (thinking younger me would be super proud of me for making it this far)

microdosing on vulnerability by saying 'yeah..........' in the tags of poems i rb that i identify with

*rips open chest w hands* where is the poem

I’m such a prequel girlie at the end of the day. Hahaha yes tell me a story that was always going to happen. Tell me a story that’s been dead since the beginning