yael

who up wasting their only shot at life through complete and utter inaction

But I’m a creek. I’m a weird flow.

we are never going to be free until it literally doesnt matter whether a person is ugly or not

the uncontrollable urge to know how people describe me to others

my body knows something that i don’t and i can’t get her to talk to me

i feel like there is a sleep in me that needs to be slept but each time i sleep i don't sleep that sleep

am I unforgivable or is it just thursday

it’s the fact that work is an every day thing that doesn’t sit right with me. like surely not

living under a rock is so fun i love watching a movie that’s been famous for decades and being like wow this is so good.. did you guys know about this

(voice of a person spiralling) its embarrassing but i still havent figured out if its ok for me to be alive

they dont tell you this but you carry your upset younger self in you like a parasitic twin

you gotta read, you gotta write, you gotta draw, you gotta watch films and shows. there is literally NO time to be employed

Nonbinary is not girl lite and I'll kill you actually

i understand its chronic pain but every day seems a bit excessive

You literally have to just get over yourself every day