self-preservation is a form of revolution

my favorite part about the Moon is she’s there for me even when I’m not there for me

if you ever want to love an idiot you know where to find me

wish I was a teddy bear wearing a raincoat or some shit what the fuck

*new yorker voice* ey! im spiralling here!

*new yorker voice* im fallin apart! badabing badaboom!

self care is breaking into nasa and launching yourself directly into the Fucking void

i hate making tea cuz i feel bad for throwing out the teabag. i’m always like i should eat this

anyways, we’ll make it through ladies, like always

let's give hozier a bow & arrow and see what he's capable of

on all levels except physical I am at the bottom of a swimming pool

Humans were made to art and laugh not capitalism and cry

physically i’m here but mentally i’m floating face down in a river

me, a legal adult: when i grow up,

Look I know sirens are “bad” but if a pretty lady with a lovely voice is calling me into the ocean, I will do what she says.

That strange feeling of longing when you are at a train station, in a 24/7 open market, when you are buying a coke from a vending machine, watching the city lights glow from your window, when you're walking aimlessly on a busy street after 5 pm, that feeling as if something is missing in your life and it will never come back although it was never there in the first place; that inexplicable urban sadness.