you ever start rereading your WIP to get in the mood and write more and you get so caught up that when you get to the end you’re like “bitch? where’s the rest?” and you realize you’re the bitch and you have to write it

they should invent a way of opening up that doesn't feel like baring your neck to the wolves

*me, literally sick with want* whatever

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to deny location sharing and turn off personalized ads and reject all non-essential cookies and not set up siri and face ID

Heartbreaking: girl has to get out of bed

i am going to have to spend so much time on the floor over this

the summer of rewiring my neural pathways one day w my bare feet in the grass at a time

i fucking hated your shoelaces this entire time

i bet the pain will end if i arrange a perfect enough sentence about it

youll be able to find books and movies and music that change your life until the day you die. that's pretty good