I'm tired.

If it’s meant to be I’ll see you later

anxious-avoidant blogging style

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of

to make art and to make love for the rest of my life is the goal

y’all mind if i unearth ancient secrets?

“how could you have forgotten that” i forget Everything. unless i remember

"how can you remember that" I remember Everything. unless I forget

@ the water that drips down my arms when i wash my face and makes a big ass mess: fuckin fight me

no sorry i dont really use instagram, i can contact you via ouija board, spirit box, fluctuations in temperature, flickering lights, and certain rituals. i am also on tumblr.

I just wanna be a fairy and live in a tulip

not to gross u out but i daydream abt u resting ur head on my chest and ur completely at ease and ur safe and warm