Lila

I bet for like a fraction of a second getting hit by a bus would feel really good

i was born to be a girl who is so in love with everything and yet so incredibly afraid of everything at the same time

how to become good at everything no practice no effort no motivation no passion no talent fast free

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

hey sexy. I can tell by the frequency of your blog updates that you are once again avoiding it all

I could be your beautiful evil wife

thought a little too hard about it and now i have tears in my eyes and i feel physically ill

Realistically I could never get rid of tumblr because it gives me the illusion of a community of strange young women all around my same age, all slowly figuring out how to live too

YOU don’t have to be perfect to be loved. but I do

i could add a few more stages to grief if they let me

Earlier today I made a remark that wasn’t necessary

genuinely do NOT want the world to see me because i don’t think that they’d understand

there should be more options than suffering via employment and suffering via unemployment

fuuuuck that is my circus. are those…? yep… those are my monkeys….. goddammit.

i love biting the bullet. i love opening a can of worms. i love putting all my eggs in one basket. i love burying the hatchet. i love crying over spilt milk. i love letting the cat out of the bag. i love wanting to have my cake and eat it too. i love counting my chickens before they’ve hatched. i love making my bed and laying in it. i love putting the cart before the horse. i love burning the candle at both ends. i love calling a spade a spade. i love the bottom of the barrel.

having a freeze response to stress is so funny in the context of normal adult stressors. millions of years of evolution are trying to tell me that the email will not find me if i stay very still and do nothing