fake happy

in my horny and slut era (on the verge of mental breakdown, begging to be held and never abandoned ever again)

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

everything is changing and maybe that’s okay

as you get older you realise that anything that helps you stop feeling stuck is welcome even if it hurts at first

I should be able to read books in one second because I need to know everything

nonchalance turns me off so badly. give me obsession on the brink of depravity or give me nothing

i need to reorganize my entire room i need to catalog and read every book i own i need to sort every scrap of paper i need to make a list of every one i’ve ever met with their contact information and every memory i have with them i need to keep up with the unrelenting flow of time before i lose something sacred and dear to me