I belong in the Mediterranean sea.

im like when a girl consumes too much media but doesnt have enough real life interactions

I love scenarios and I hate being in situations

big fan of repetition in poetry. like hell yeah say that shit again

hey. don’t cry. crush three cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?

it is what it is *throws up blood*

men be like women don't have a sense of humour they don't laugh when I make them uncomfortable

just being desired and not understood … boring…

You spend your whole life gathering people for your funeral

the mood swings have been insane lately. one okay productive day costs me two weeks of grief and apathy and anger. hot girls get it 

i wish all working class brits a very riot when your government tries to spend a billion dollars on that bitch’s funeral while your cost of living skyrockets, and i wish all non brits a very support working class brits while their country catches on fire

toxic spotify generated playlists like "most skipped" "least favourite of your followed artists" "songs the furthest away from your preferred genre"

sex workers fought in the street for you to be able to celebrate pride. sex workers rights should be an essential part of the pride celebration. I'm dead the fuck serious.

who’s ready to have an absolutely insane girl summer . a fucking batshit girl summer. an off putting and creepy girl summer.

please be patient with me i am experiencing horrors unknown to you at all times

yeah im over it *dies one thousand deaths*