itty bitty pretty kitty committee

i’m gatekeeping myself. nobody can know who i am

i love it when things stop bothering you. like two months ago i was totally bitter about so many things and now im like “u know what i don’t even care” & that’s a beautiful feeling

the fact that she goes INSIDE her piano to find warmth and comfort....her gripping onto the piano in the middle of the water.....music was the one thing that was ALWAYS there for her

she really called me ouT

folklore feels like you just found an old collection of letters tied up with ribbon, in a box in someone’s attic and you wipe off the dust and sit down right there to carefully flip through them and you get a glimpse into the world of whoever wrote them

STRUGGLING BECAUSE I SO BADLY WANT TO SCREAM THESE LYRICS BUT I DONT KNOW THEM YET