Walking Travesty

i love tumblr bc nothing matters here but pictures and inner thoughts

tbh I need a bottle of wine, and a deep conversation the whole night long with sleepy, morning sex at sunrise

"Weird energy in here today" I say, referring to the inside of my brain.

All i do is screenshot and forget it’s in my camera roll

don’t keep it all bottled in. i know you do that. it’s ok to let it out, so don’t forget to do it once in a while.

is this about farting or is it just me?

u were cool but nah fuck u

i hope you heal from the things no one ever apologized for

and I hope you heal from the things you don’t want to talk about

I hope you heal from the things no one else knows you went through

i hope you heal from the things you haven't realized have traumatized you yet

women need to start screaming and shouting in their music again I can't take this whispery shit anymore

Self care is listening to the same song thirty thousand times in a row

he says my name like its home. so much warmth and love dripping that it makes me want to weep. he looks at me and sees me for who i am and not what i can give.

"oh so it's women support women until--" yes actually, sometimes women do not in fact do things worth supporting and other women criticizing them isn't some sort of affront to feminism

i hate two factor authentication i hate needing my phone to use my computer i hate that the computer has become a secondary piece of hardware that is seen as a peripheral to a phone in the eyes of society i don’t want to log into anything with my phone i should never ever need an app to do anything on my computer and i should be able to have my phone locked in a safe that i’ve dumped into the ocean and still be able to use every single feature of my computer unabated 

bitches say they're fine and then scream the "I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all" in bohemian rhapsody louder than everyone else

wanna sit on his lap n play with his hair