hello, my love.

depressed at 11 was crazy i should have become a child prodigy

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

I need something I just don’t know what it is yet

this has been going on for like 20 years by the way.. I will let you all know when I figure it out

The intimacy is when someone understands the walls you built for your own protection and approaches them with patience instead of pressure

settings > wound > my wound > reopen

once you start noticing how fatphobic everyone and everything is, there will never be a moment you're not filled with rage

a hometown is a type of dead wife

My kink is to be clean showered and emotionally stable & secure in myself

Collecting books is great until you have to move all of them at once and realize that every one of the little bastards weighs about as much as a brick and collectively have the mass of a neutron star

All roads unfortunately lead back to tumblr.