not a place of honor

no no no put me back in the loop I almost did it perfect please put me back just a few more tries and I think I could really nail it please put me back

adult life is truly just thinking “I NEED TO CLEAN” while dealing with the 17 other things that have a hard deadline

Peeling the lid off of a yogurt and it's a big spiral staircase going down forever

eternal ass june ive already reincarnated 10,000 lives this month

ghosts are real and they’re everywhere. in old photographs tucked safely in a box under your bed. in the walls of your childhood home waiting for you to come back. they live in old text messages and emails. forever frozen in time. they haunt your old best friends neighborhood. flickering in the street lamps. occasionally, on very rare summer afternoons; when the sun shines through the kitchen window in a certain way and all of the sudden you get this feeling in your stomach of melancholia; that is a haunting. a possession. those are ghosts trying to find comfort in the present because the past they once lived in no longer exists.

I looove when food is in a bowl. Frequently plates are being brought out and I'm thinking this could've been a bowl meal but nobody gets it

i would be nothing without 3,000 - 17,000 songs