I feel like that one scene of Justin Bieber getting shot in csi

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

I miss her!!!!!!!!!!! (The sea)

[Text ID: tomorrow, the birds will brown like butter. i keep telling myself this. tomorrow, hope will hold out. tomorrow, you will remain distant & bitter & i will find a batch of clovers to break my fall. the water will catch the sun & i will catch myself. tomorrow, the blueberries will fatten. i will be thankful it is not winter. i will be thankful i have made it this far. that is all i can do. that is all i can do. /End ID]

pretty sexy of me to keep going despite each day being more unbearable than the last

photos of fiona apple are an example of something real

it’s like insane that an ancient writer knew the words i needed to hear a thousand years on and could see me through all that time but also. it’s not surprising in the least bc they felt as i felt and they sang as i sang and they did everything i’ve ever done there is no state of being which they have not already passed i am nothing new i am not alone and that is a great joy to know

sorry bestie I can’t talk rn I’m busy consuming media that will put me in a worse mental state on purpose 🙄