fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning

Be yourself so ppl looking for u can find u

plausible deniability remains highly erotic

let's convince ourselves that this is okay. let's rely on technicalities to exonerate ourselves. let's avoid looking what we're doing in the eye. let's live under its shadow, both aware of what this is but unwilling to say it out loud, since that will shatter the careful illusion we've built

be careful going for walks this september. the air might smell like recess in second grade and you might get sick to your stomach with melancholia

certain kind of tragedy i think in still following your childhood best friends online. like once upon a time you knew me better than anyone. i thought we would be friends forever. now we are Adults and Different and even despite that I so badly wish we could still Talk like we were 13. i dont know who you are. I miss you.

"how to prevent smile lines" there are a thousand more important things to do with your time than postpone evidence of life's joy on your face

Floored by the fact that not feeling like shit really does boil down to just eating well and drinking lots of water and keeping screen time to a minimum and making lists and not obsessing over any one thing and reading books and like not putting things off and letting them fester forever. Self help books will never tell you this but sometimes it just is that simple

It’s also about grabbing coffee on Sundays w someone you love btw

real yearners know that they can even feel nostalgic about the present moment

ughhh fine *experiences emotional growth*