this is me trying

im just someones weird daughter

i am a lover first and absolutely insane second

the urge to completely vanish from civilization and become the local cryptid who lives in a crumbling greenhouse deep in the woods, only seen by villagers as a silhouette tending to forbidden ferns at midnight.

if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

it’s so hard being awake in this economy

i would so go on a walk with you

i think your ability to sympathize with those loathed and alienated by society is beautiful.

hey is anyone else sick of having to adapt to horrible conditions over and over again

I am truly a giggler. A laugher. A chuckler. Just somewhere in the background snickering.

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry