Heaven in Hiding

it's me and my fear of abandonment against the world

i really do go insane three to four times a day

Text me when the ache of my absence stirs your heart.

am I ur favorite if the answer is no I will literally maul you

find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her

I do not feel fly like a G6 and have not for a very long time

no one is there for you like the music you listened to at your lowest point in high school

self discipline is so hard like. i know the sucker who's in charge...a pushover who hates authority and loves hedonism

sits on my own blog like it’s the edge of a lake wistfully

skips a stone over a few posts

I feel like normies think of tumblr as the fanart and aesthetic and gifset website but real tumblrinas know that our most culturally significant output and our lifeblood is the humble text post

Paramore was right. Hard times

this “job” stuff is sooooooo fucked up. i have to get out of bed? when it’s cold?

ok i have a plan (gets distracted) (gets distracted) (gets distracted) (gets distracted) (get distracted) (gets d

me after a quiet day in: Time for a quiet night in

sometimes the heart's like !!!!!!!! and there's nothing you can do about it