sadie

Everything is so rushed. People in their twenties complaining about being old, sped up songs, sped up videos, too many things to do in such a short time. We have lost the art of lingering.

Not only did mama raise a quitter, but she also raised a procrastinator, people-pleaser, doormat, coward, and liar, and you can’t put a price on that

do you ever get secondhand happiness? like someone is happy so you're happy because they're happy

My blog is a private thing that is open to everyone in the world except to the people I know in real life.

i've got the kind of eyebags that make people in movies say 'you look like hell, detective. go home.'

if you’re a little obsessive that’s kind of hot of you

devil may happy :)

Wouldn’t it’ve made more sense to to say devil may smile?

critique my post ever again and devil may angry

I spend a lot of my time noticing.

“but if i communicate it perfectly then they will understand me” WRONG 10,000 years of suffering

listening to a man break up with his partner on the train and the first sentence I heard was "I just don't appreciate you cheating on me six different times, once with my own father."

say less.

sorry for how i acted when there were multiple noises happening at the same time