here to destroy you

(me reblogging thirty posts in a row from my mutuals) girl i am on your blog

the eras tour is a kind of dead wife. if you think about it

it’s so hard for me to listen to heartbroken/angry breakup songs by straight men bc no matter how good the song is i’ll be like i’m not sure if i fully believe you. let’s hear her side of the story.

anyone else feel a panicked nausea rise in their throat whenever they think about how long their to-do list has gotten and how it never gets shorter and only ever grows day after day after

fiction can be really dangerous there might be a deeply tragic woman in there who starts living in your head forever

i've got the kind of eyebags that make people in movies say 'you look like hell, detective. go home.'

sob emoji is up there with the period and the comma