kaylee

this blog is not a well-curated museum. it's my bedroom & i'm putting things on my shelf & taping things on the wall

this is going to be difficult -> i am capable of doing difficult things -> i have done everything prior to this moment -> this difficulty will soon be proof of capability

i want to have so much fun

allow yourself multidimensionality, you are not one emotion, one trait, one story. you’re a million experiences and a million pieces

i’ve never related more to when marina said, “oh dear diary, i met a boy, he made my dull heart light up with joy”

i am now debating whether or not i’m a lesbian

One of the prettiest moments in winter is when the sun starts to come out again in like february/march but it’s still cold but that doesn’t matter because everything feels light and fresh and you walk outside without freezing because the sunshine is warming your face and everything is starting to wake up

*smiles at a stranger who smiles back* maybe.. life is okay

when u love someone & their name feels like a wonderful little secret that thrills u every time u say it to someone else

[Text: "It is December and we must be brave." End text]

its fucking dember.

remember when girls in middle school would write their crushes name in the waistband of their underwear

* walking round the supermarket muttering to myself* loneliness is still time spent with the world loneliness is still time spent with the world loneliness is still time spent with the world loneliness is still

every time i shower im like “yeah! i’ll take better care of myself!! this rules!!! yeah!!!!” and then the horrors

they should make a driving for girls who don’t like to drive