i would like to spend the rest of my time loving things. so i will.

microdosing on vulnerability by saying 'yeah..........' in the tags of poems i rb that i identify with

stop calling it a girl dinner and call it by its formal name: Fend For Yourself dinner in an ingredients household

the cool thing about this app is you’re never the craziest one here

i have this deadly sickness called remembering

please wear sunscreen!!! I've seen "fuck the beauty industrial complex" posts about complicated skincare regimens and am 100% with them except sometimes they mention sunscreen and no. no. absolutely not. sunscreen is a wonderful supportive friend who wants to keep you safe, and you should let her do it. throw out all your other cosmetics and skincare products if you want, but keep your sunscreen. and if you're not wearing sunscreen, start wearing it!!!! this is not about terror of aging, this is not about every tiny imperfection our fucked-up culture has made you feel insecure about, this is about protecting yourself from skin cancer. wear the damn sunscreen.

partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that

all i need is a sweet treat. and six thousand dollars