messy/real

listening to music you loved when you were younger feels like a connection with your past self. like did she know I’d be listening to this exact same song so many years in the future? she couldn’t have imagined the person I am now. it feels like a hand reaching through time. like looking at the moon and realising that throughout history other people have looked at the same moon and felt the same way. a moment when the boundaries of time blur and it’s just me, enjoying music, connected with all the past versions of myself who are listening to this same song

lonely people are like nooooo i love the silence i love being by myself and then you ask them how their day has been and they tear up a bit

fantasizing about my back being cracked like a glow stick and releasing all of my inhibitions, allowing me to feel the rain on my skin

the gap where "hey kids spelling is fun" is supposed to be literally makes me feel empty inside more than anything else ever

Cocaine side boob pumpkin cream cold brew

Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post