a jester in fools clothing

i have two sides: clown (intentional) and clown (unintentional)

demonic possession wouldn’t even affect me, i would just assume it’s The Symptoms

actually annoyed by long distance friends again. i want to go for a walk i want to get drinks i want to sit in the grass and write i want to go to the fucking store together

it has always been a dream of mine to relax

it’s just not possible

never underestimate the healing power of a patch of sunlight

sorry for the mixed signals I don’t know what I want or what I’m doing mostly

It is genuinely mind blowing to me just how many Tumblr posts have changed my life for the better and taught me to be happier. Not all of the thoughts originate on Tumblr, but the way people collect and frame them has literally changed my brain chemistry.

I think going too deep into anything should warrant a balrog. You scroll too far down on your phone when you should've gotten up an hour ago, you've spent all afternoon sleuthing to figure out why your mom's former neighbour whom you haven't seen since you were 15 and don't give a fuck about got a divorce, you've been ruminating the same situation over and over and over, and a big fuckass beast thing shows up to stop you because you have delved too deep and now you have to fight the balrog.

sources say there are muscles in the back of my neck. and they want to kill me

if you are a trans woman you have to sing to yourself. if you voice train that’s fine. if you don’t voice train that’s okay. but you have to sing to yourself

may every trans woman have a safe place to hear herself sing.

Your artstyle is like your gut microbiome in the way its everything you consume and like and it also has all your bacteria up in it. Thats probably how that works