strawberry lipstick state of mind

thinking about how we have so many little rituals for wishes.... birthday candles, fallen eyelashes, 11:11, straw papers, dandelions, shooting stars, rainbows, wishbones, full moons...... the list is endless

ladies and slenderman

One day you’ll sit in the sun and things won’t feel so bad

i swear im not a music snob i dont listen to anything to be artsy im just mentally ill and like music that makes my brain feel like poprocks

sext: i want to be good for your mental health

stop asking me wyd i’m literally always thinking about love and how it touches every aspect of the human experience

sometimes i think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and don’t actually exhist inherently in nature. i mean, the universe just gave us stars, and we saw art and myths and stories in them. the capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realize just how lonely we are on this planet, desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.

my head just fell off and exploded again if anyone even cares