trying to be a writeblr

gonna try sort-of converting this into a poetry blog bc i'm very into that at the moment

the feminine urge to be held

cannot stop thinking about all the soft posts on here. there really is a genre of this site where we just appreciate and romanticize the world and i think that's beautiful

id like to personally thank whoever is responsible for garlic bread. you've made this world a little more bearable

911 help my heart is too big for my chest again

we as people can't let ourselves be happy, be at peace, be loved without worrying about wasting time, and i think that's really messed up actually

yeah sex is cool and all but have you ever been kissed on the forehead

current mood: acutely and beautifully and painfully aware of the passage of time, aching at the prospect that life is finite and yet that’s what gives it so much meaning, marveling at the fact that we’re all just silly little humans doing our silly little things under the sun, picking our flowers and twirling in our skirts and knowing there’s nothing i can do about any of it