Magpie's hoard of trinkets

i need to get off tumblr i’m at the aquarium admiring the fish and my brain goes “posts that make you want to get in the water” what are you talking about. these are live fish in the room with you. what post.

one of us always eat hot chip and the other one always lies

the worst part about ocd and ocd-like tendencies is that you think hyper-analyzing your thoughts and constantly psychoanalyzing yourself will fix you but that's actually part of the disorder. it's the disorder. disordering.

im so fucking stressed like a tetris tower that's been building over time and my gut's starting to feel it

on the upside the moon is so fucking bright and round and the countryside at night is so dark and creepy and eeire i love it

dawn looks like a bruise and sunrise is either a soft hug or a creeping despair like a dream's end

it simultaneously feels like no matter what i eat it won't fill me up, and like i can't eat anything

im so fucking stressed like a tetris tower that's been building over time and my gut's starting to feel it

on the upside the moon is so fucking bright and round and the countryside at night is so dark and creepy and eeire i love it

dawn looks like a bruise and sunrise is either a soft hug or a creeping despair like a dream's end

im so fucking stressed like a tetris tower that's been building over time and my gut's starting to feel it

on the upside the moon is so fucking bright and round and the countryside at night is so dark and creepy and eeire i love it