I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

Shout out to the clover, the dandelion and the daisy. The triumvirate of springtime childish whimsy. WHO is doing it like them

grocery store mission barely accomplished took massive damage to the hull and all internal systems. shield repair could take days

I was born in the exact right generation I love being an unmarried woman in my twenties with my own bank account and no children

a deer is like a forest horse if you think about it

don’t take my defeatism too seriously I will always begin again and again no matter what

I might sound miserable most of the time but at my core I’m a very hopeful person

when hayley williams said "i wasted all my teenage years being a misery factory" and marina said "wish i'd been a prom queen fighting for the title, instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible" and mitski said "instead of pursuing something or going out and learning about or changing the world, i directed all that fire inward, and burnt myself up"