stop feeling

I am a completely different woman than I was this time last year. And I’ll be a completely new woman by this time next year. I can’t wait to learn who I’ll be. I can’t wait to see who I am tomorrow.

i'm really fucking scared this is all i will ever be

unresolved grief

I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion that’s there, the unwavering devotion

i just love being lazy i’m sorry i can’t help it like unless a it’s life or death situation why are we expending an insane amount of effort. we could be laying in the grass watching the word go by. take my hand

I'm, above all else, a tangentgirl. always saying shit like "sidenote," "oh also," "by the way,"

it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow

it's rotten work but decay is an essential part of the cycle of death and rebirth

[id: text on an image of clouds reading: "Good luck sending me mixed signals... i don't even understand the direct one". end id]