i’m in a good place (my room) but i’m also not in a good place (deep physical and psychological suffering)

in bed with the lights off at 7:40pm big as fuck glass of ice water i don't care what happens to anyone or anything bye

i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever

and i have no concept of passage of time

why did my brain eat itself when i was 18

that’s between me and my delusions

You're dead serious. I'm alive silly. We're not the same

there is no such thing as a small joy. like mary oliver said, joy is not made to be a crumb

god’s strongest soldiers are girls who are constantly overwhelmed by everything. and also girls on the first day of their period

a little beverage from the store doesn’t count as spending it’s just a little drinky drink

source? i felt it in my heart