Brooklyn Baby

whatever needs to be said was said in iris by the goo goo dolls

the thing about me is I'm cute, laid back and easy going but in like a really intense and stressful kinda way

One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

perhaps ripping this one little piece of skin off my lips will at last render them plump and moisturized

okay universe, i need something really really good to happen please

is anyone else feeling stuck and waiting for something that will never come in order to start living or is it just me?

i am completely fine in an “i have been mentally unwell for years” kinda way

I will serve cunt again just give me a Minute

oh fuck *remembers that i don't have to apologise or feel guilty about having "cringe" interests and real friends don't get mad at me for taking up space

i think not having to work would fix me