dance tragic dance.

today i just (remembers to maintain privacy online) did something really cool. you have to trust me

The last of the classically trained tumblrinas

i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies

i bet it feels good as fuck to intend to do something and then actually do it

apparently youre supposed to perform. they love it when you perform. but it has to be authentic. they hate it when it's not authentic. but you have to perform.

september was practice… in october I’m getting my shit together

in november I'm getting my shit together

in december I’m getting my shit together

in february I’m getting my shit together

in march I’m getting my shit together

in april I’m getting my shit together

in may I’m getting my shit together

in june I’m getting my shit together

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.

ooh I get it now. this world wasn’t meant for me

do some people know they’ll be inscribed into my heart forever no matter the silence and the distance and most of all no matter the time

I would be so good at haunting you after i die