The sexual tension between a girl and not feeling real every time her birthday comes around

it’s kinda fucked up that you’re only an age for a year. I didn’t know how to be 23 yet, let me try again

i'm kind of like if a girl was an empty train at night

summer fruits save me, save me summer fruits

at the start of every month everyone reblogs some insane poetry that’s like “august has arrived and again I swallow my bones in the burning sun” and every time I’m like damn that makes no sense. but kind of true.

babygirl i’ve misread social cues you can’t even imagine

i’m a girl but also like a horrible unsolvable problem

how am i doing? oh I’m fine except i’m in a constant state of nostalgia and sentimentality over everyone I’ve ever loved and every age I’ve ever been and every phase of my life and every job I’ve worked and I’m constantly missing people and places that I can never go back to but it’s cool it’s fine

you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”

good morning miserable women with mental problems

It's kind of fun when the tinnitus changes pitch. Something new to enjoy

*me, literally sick with want* whatever

i leave my mark wherever i go (loose strands of hair)