kaitlyn jude

90s babies we’re getting old

i don’t want to talk about it

You’re lying on the sofa under a blanket, lights dimmed, watching your favourite TV show. Your cat is laid across you, sleeping but purring quietly. All is calm. All is good.

i want kisses in the middle of sunflower fields, and long roadtrips to national parks. days with salty lips and sandy hair, spent in the sunlight. i want to overflow with happiness.

I love how Dustin just ran into Steve and basically said, “yep, fuck your love life, you’re coming with me,” and Steve just agrees, like “all right, sure,” and then spends the next five days hanging out with middle schoolers. 

are you a “sleeping and taking naps all the time” mentally ill person or a “i toss and turn all night and stare at the ceiling” person

Ha ha jokes on you I’m both

depression nap in the streets, up all night pondering corporeal existence in the sheets.

does anyone else ever wish they could be a tiny fairy living in a tiny mushroom house having tiny tea parties?