godling

u may wonder why i reblog so many of my own posts. and i say well. why have a good thought once

i am the luckiest girl in the world

saw fakemink live and he was so bad. as expected. after the first five minutes i just started laughing. i didn’t even bother staying for my favourites. really hope he saw ecco2k or iglooghost later on so he could understand. what it means to know ur own material

the person i’m giving up on has mangoes in his parents’ backyard. and that’s somehow been the hardest thing to part with. infinite summers i was promised with every mango we consumed together

“this meeting could have been an email” im sorry i would love to see ur face and hear your voice.. am i the last romantic professional on earth

went to the store and bought rice cakes, sweet potato, ginger, chicken, scallions, butter, nutella, golden kiwi fruit, pistachio icecream .. my reality is beyond anything i or my ancestors could have dreambpt

was sick last night and my parents brought me rice and beef curry and tofu with minced pork and zucchini and a quarter of a watermelon and a box of strawberries and five mandarins

replaced the capacitor in my dryer by myself using chatjippity and youtube tutorial and found a spare part on ebay. sometimes u have to be your own lesbian

everything just feels like noise

not to be dramatic but i think primavera sound changed me at the core of my being.. i’ve been finding it easier to cry. to feel. maybe it was the acid but the bass at shlohmo was like nothing i’ve ever felt before. i felt it edit the rhythm of my heart. and it sizzled through to the hairs on my arms. i’ve been to therapy and nothing has changed me like this

tbh i know i am capable of everything i have to do today