let the world know my name i am the archer

Realistically I could never get rid of tumblr because it gives me the illusion of a community of strange young women all around my same age, all slowly figuring out how to live too

“Fuck it, we slay” (heavy eye bags, dehydrated, on the verge of insanity)

Do you think Jake is prepping Thanksgiving dinner rn

there’s nothing more romantic than someone choosing to learn you. flipping the pages in your soul delicately and digesting your chapters with an open mind no matter how difficult or uncomfortable some of your moments read, treating each bookmark with no judgment, but pure love.

the post that’s like i don’t need a period tracker because once i start drafting my suicide letter then i know it’s close