madamefrodo

bitches hate me for my earnest whimsy and my pathological degree of avoidant behavior

I have a disease called I can’t reply to your text. I love you

big fan of repetition in poetry. like hell yeah say that shit again

bummed that i am a bit of a freak. also glad i am a bit of a freak. does this make sense

unstoppable force (wanting to be the kindest version of myself) vs immovable object (all the anger and hatred I have inside myself)

sorry for the delay in responding to your message. I was walking around the house with unclear intentions

will you please take my whimsical ass seriously

opening up my own fanfiction document on my personal laptop to see if the author has updated it yet

when lorde said “it drives you crazy getting old” and oasis said “my body feels young but my mind is very old” and florence welch said “we’re just children wanting children of our own” and mitski said “mom, am I still young? can I dream for a few months more?” and hozier said “i need to be youthfully felt, ‘cause god i never felt young”