I Used To Eat Drugs For Breakfast

Sometimes the small pleasures hit different. A clean house, a hot drink, making something from scratch, sitting on the porch with a loved one. Little soul-feeding activities.

My soul is so empty and sad and utterly cold

i can’t hate read about the lives of rich people otherwise i’ll have blood pressure problems.. they say shit like “we had to push back our yearly summer europe trip by a month and our normal villa was booked so we had to go somewhere with six bedrooms instead of eight and it’s SO hot in italy this time of year😭” and it’s real to them. like that’s a real thing they’re experiencing and view as “a problem.” that’s what they’re struggling with, right now, in this day and age. what if i killed you with my bare hands

cemeteries aren't creepy they're actually devoted to memory and rest and love and humanity