//Sweet Sun, Send Me the Moon//

Having a job is an awesome way to stay hydrated because you get so bored you start drinking water just for a little excitement

you gotta read, you gotta write, you gotta draw, you gotta watch films and shows. there is literally NO time to be employed

life is so hard when you’re a very lazy girl by nature but you also want to do a lot of things in your one wild and precious life

every day it gets harder to have a relaxed jaw and decent posture

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

I need my weird alone time or I will explode

Once again I´m thinking of Snowball in Hell, one of my favourite paintings ever

i fear that some of you take yourselves far too seriously for adults who log into tumblr every day

whenever you take too much time to write something know it is because stephen king has been stealing your life force

honestly sometimes there's no better feeling than rereading a fic you've written and coming out of it going, "yeah that actually this DOES slap. exactly what i wanted to read. fucking nailed it."