i think names are such a delicate thing and we dont say each other's names enough bc why else does it strike such a chord in me when ppl say my name as if i actually exist

how many memories did you kill to survive

like there comes a point where you think something is fundamentally wrong with you. and then it turns out it’s just Friday and you haven’t washed your hair in three days and maybe you’re also just a little lonely and the combination of all three of those things is whittling a hole into your chest every time you breathe. but also the sun’s up. and you’ve survived everything so far, so you’ll survive this too, even if it hurts, even if you have to survive it many times.

look not to spoil the ending but you’re going to recover and be happy

i thought it was just me

sir, that’s my emotional support titty

Or a hand between my thighs. So comforting.

I cannot stop the hand between the thighs🤭