Half Girl-Half Asleep

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to talk to myself on the internet

Getting high on open window air

i can get through today despite the exhaustion

me when i lie

paper and pen seems so powerful now. on account of all the. surveillance

I’m kind of miserable and it feels permanent but its whatever

i love reading the text posts on here that are like little windows into everyones lives. someones having coffee. someones waiting for the bus. someones buying their friend a gift. someone's crying, someone's laughing. someones going to bed

I bet it feels good as fuuuuck to slightly draw your sword with all the other knights in anger when a treacherous knave shows their face in the court

i want a man so intoxicated by my scent i can physically see it driving him insane