[ID: A white piece of paper on which is written: I’m down in the garden. I love you. Here’s coffee.]

the past isn’t behind you it coils inside your body that’s why some years you feel closer and more nostalgic for certain ages than others just fyi

once a tumblr girl, forever a tumblr girl

adulthood is just telling yourself “and after i’ve done THAT i can finally relax” with increasing desperation

in another universe, your words matched your actions.

every time I fumble w my phone’s charger cable I think about emailing steven moffat a pipe bomb

I try so hard not to be self destructive but my brain is always like yh but let’s see how far this thing will bend before it breaks

In the mood to delete everything and go missing .

In another universe you never sided with the abuser