i think what’s wrong with me is that i don’t live secluded in a hut in the woods. i don’t bang enough rocks against enough things. i just haven’t forged any swords

Men will legit be like “why were you nice to me if you didn’t want to fuck me” like……

me gazing out into the ocean: sure is some scary soup

how we act alone when we don’t feel like we have witnesses.. that is the genuine self.. me walking around my room punching the air talking to myself in a bad southern accent, that’s ME baby. you’re never going to know me like i know me. haha.

“‘Thirsty,’ another quipped,” is the most powerful phrase i’ve ever read

I hope something unexpectedly good happens to you this week.