>:)

Maybe if I was prettier. Or maybe if I was more horrifying actually

God is trying to talk to me through this bruise on my leg

when the effects of media wear off and suddenly you're just a girl in a room all over again

btw they just passed a law that said it’s illegal not to treat me really niceys

starts talking about my emotional state with 2 degrees of abstraction instead of 7 and the sniper across the street who i pay to keep me in line fires a warning shot thru my little hoop earring

wait can someone explain what this means to me I really want to know

if i am candid about how i feel i will die like john f kennedy

genuinely and honestly I know I cannot solve all of the problems of the world etc but my friends who live in my phone please know that when you are having the horrors I am telepathically sending you a bowl of warm soup, a mug of hot cocoa, a cozy blanket, and a hug (if you want one) with my brain

the relationship between a girl and her bedside table is very special

i love it when i catch myself being myself and being happy like yes this is exactly how it should be

what a gift it is to come back to yourself

the jenny holzer truism "in a dream you saw a way to survive and you were full of joy" and the natalie wee quote "i kneel into a dream where i am good & loved. i am good. i am loved." does anyone understand

whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)