so sleepy

the past isn’t behind you it coils inside your body that’s why some years you feel closer and more nostalgic for certain ages than others just fyi

I am a simple woman. I enter the kitchen. I eat four servings of bread products. I leave.

It's one serving if you serve all of it to yourself at once.

I like the way you think, friend.

bitches be like *recomsume media from childhood to cope*

no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people haven’t earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and i’ve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those we’re taught in anatomy lessons

yes I DO live under a rock and her name is the Moon and she is always smiling but she teaches me nothing

You know shit isn’t going well when you back on Tumblr.